Chapter 514 Selling Out for That Man
Tate closed the black box. "It's none of your business, not your turn to worry."
"Tate, you can leave now." Anthony smirked coldly. "Master is still waiting for your good news."
Tate vaguely felt that something was wrong with this task. Perhaps there was no employer at all, and it was merely a ploy by her master to manipulate her into action
She was a weapon of Moonlight Gate, but not the sharpest one because her knife was never lethal. Over the years, every mission she undertook was a zero-failure, not because she was so skilled, but because there was always someone backing her up. She didn't know who that person was, only that it was the master's intention.
So, people in the underworld kept their distance from her, fearing her. She was known as a ruthless killer, spreading fear wherever she went.
The master wouldn't tolerate any mistakes from her, and tonight...
Tate picked up the black box and left.
Anthony stood still, a look of anticipation in his eyes. He subconsciously touched the silver bracelet on his wrist, a personal item he always wore.
Night fell and the dock was brightly lit.
A cargo ship arrived at the dock punctually at seven o'clock. When Deacon saw the cargo ship, he felt excited. In his eyes, it wasn't just a cargo ship but a harbinger of Finnegan's death.
The cargo ship stopped, and plainclothes police officers immediately boarded to search. Everything was going according to Deacon's plan.
But as the police boarded the ship, Deacon realized something was amiss. Just as he felt uneasy, the cargo ship exploded, blowing the entire ship apart.
The flames soared into the sky, leaving Deacon puzzled.
The whole dock descended into chaos, people running in all directions.
Even Finnegan in the dock cafe was puzzled. 'How could the cargo ship explode? Did Deacon know it was a trap and wanted to destroy the goods?' he thought.
But that didn't make sense. Deacon setting a trap to frame him and destroy the goods was unlikely.
Finnegan's eyes narrowed. Seeing plainclothes police officers heading toward Deacon's direction, the current situation deviated slightly from his expectations, but not significantly.
Deacon was sitting by the window, able to see the police coming upstairs. At that moment, Deacon's phone rang. It was a call from his subordinate. "Mr. Stone, something's wrong. The person in charge of the cargo on the ship is not Finnegan. It's you. The police are heading your way."
Deacon roared in panic, "How did the cargo ship explode?"
Deacon was afraid, afraid of everything that was happening tonight, fearful of what he had done being discovered by that person.
"I don't know..." Before his subordinate could finish speaking, Deacon heard gunshots over the phone.
When the gunshots rang out, people on the dock thought it was another explosion. Only the police knew it was a signal for action.
Deacon didn't even have time to consider why the cargo became his responsibility. He had purchased it in Finnegan's name, and he couldn't fathom why the police knew he was there.
There was only one possibility. He had been set up by Oscar and Finnegan.
Peeking out, Deacon saw the police approaching. He had his bodyguard block them while he escaped from the back. Deacon was on the third floor. He descended using the water pipe along the outer wall.
Niamh and Oscar, who were also at the dock, were puzzled by the sounds of the explosion and gunshots, not knowing what was happening.
Finnegan from the cafe also headed outside, while Atticus, equally puzzled, followed along. "Mr. Abbott, what's going on? The ship exploded."
When Deacon set the trap, Finnegan had secretly swapped the goods. The police received two anonymous tips simultaneously. One tip mentioned contraband on the cargo ship, and the other revealed that Deacon was the owner of the contraband. And Deacon would personally oversee the cargo at the dock.
Deacon drove away, entering a forest. As his car approached a fork in the road, a black car emerged and rammed into his vehicle, flipping it over. Injured, blood streaming from his head, Deacon crawled out of the driver's seat. The person in the black car raised a gun, ready to shoot.
Looking up, the glaring light made it hard for Deacon to see who was in the black car, but he noticed the silver bracelet on the person's wrist.
Indeed, that person had arrived.
Despair filled Deacon's eyes.
Finnegan drove up, the bright lights momentarily blinding the occupants of the car. A shot missed, hitting Deacon's shoulder. The person in the vehicle glanced back before driving away.
Seeing Deacon being shot, Finnegan immediately stopped the car, glanced in the direction the black vehicle had left, then got out and hurried toward Deacon.
"Deacon." Finnegan checked Deacon's injuries.
The car had already taken a heavy hit when it flipped, and this shot, luckily hitting the shoulder, could have been fatal.
"Do you know who shot you?" Finnegan asked urgently. "Deacon, who wants you dead?"
Deacon, spitting blood, finally understood the whole truth as the person finished the follow-up shot. He had always worked in the shadows for Moonlight Gate, his name merely on the deeds while the organization reaped the benefits.
Seeking revenge against Finnegan was his vendetta. Exposing himself, he knew that person wouldn't spare him.
Gasping for breath, his hand covered in blood, Deacon grabbed Finnegan's collar with intense hatred. "It was you who killed my parents. After ten years of planning, I failed to avenge them. Finnegan, even if I go to hell, I won't let you off."
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