"WHAT?" Juan opened his mouth, disbelief written all over his face.
"It's true, he's Executioner Kenny!" Jack sobbed.
Executioner Kenny Clark.
Now everyone in Miami's gangs and Mafia knows this name.
As a drug lord, Juan naturally knows my title.
Kenny Clark, Miami's butcher, slaughtered Costa Ricans, killed South Koreans.
The synonym for death, a bloodthirsty butcher.
Of course, Kenny Clark is definitely not a cop and absolutely not undercover.
No executioner, killer, a blood-soaked guy would be law enforcement.
I belong to the largest criminal organization in the Upper East Side, the Johnny Clan, and everyone knows this information.
Undercover? FACK YOU! No one would believe it!
"Executioner Kenny Clark? WHAT THE FUCK?"
The team leader was equally shocked, "Has God gone mad?"
"Captain, do we still need this talent?"
"Should we recruit him into the Drug Enforcement Bureau?"
"He knows so much detail because he's a criminal!"
