Chapter 183 A Thought of Greed, A Thought of Hell
Streaming Office Building.
Grinding her teeth, she glared at her phone, firing off a few heated texts to Alexander before finally calling her friend.
"Hey, Emily?"
"Are you home from work?" Emily asked.
"Yeah, I left right on time."
"Can you come pick me up?" Emily said, sounding a bit scared. "I think I offended someone."
Near a residential area in the suburbs of Pine City.
John asked over the phone, "Are you sure they're here?"
"Yeah," replied a bald prisoner in cloth shoes, lounging on a sofa in the Pine City Third Detention Center guard's office. "I got a buddy who plays cards at Milo's place. He checked it out; it's solid info."
"Alright, got it." John nodded. "Thanks."
"No need to thank me," the bald man grinned. "Just help reduce my sentence when you can. I'm really reformed now."
"We'll see."
"Alright, you do your thing."
After hanging up, John turned to Xavier, Loren, Elbert, and the others. "We're almost there. Get ready."
Everyone nodded, checking their guns.
About ten minutes later.
John's car stopped at an intersection, waiting for three teams of backup. Then, they all drove towards the residential area.
Inside the Streaming Office Building.
Emily was at her desk, editing a news script when her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Abigail, are you here?"
"Yeah, I'm downstairs."
"Okay, I'll be right down." Emily hung up, locked the news script in her desk drawer, grabbed her coat, turned off the lights, and quickly left the office.
Seven or eight minutes later.
Emily got into her friend's small electric car outside the office building.
"What happened?" Abigail asked, starting the car and glancing at Emily. "Who did you offend?"
"Don't even ask," Emily sighed, twirling her hair. "I finally got an independent news assignment, but someone tried to bribe me to hold off on it. I refused, and he threatened me."
"Were you rude to him?"
"Of course not," Emily rolled her eyes. "With my manners and emotional intelligence, why would I offend someone for no reason? I politely declined, but he seemed really upset about the news."
"What did he say to threaten you?"
"Just some veiled threats," Emily said, her big eyes still showing some anxiety. "He didn't seem like a good person, pretty intimidating."
"Having me around won't help much," Abigail said, sweating. "If they really want to retaliate, it's just one more person to get beaten up."
"You're the only one I can turn to."
"Aren't you close with that cop? You should ask him. He's a public servant, and he likes you. One word from you, and he'd be happy to pick you up and drop you off."
Emily gritted her teeth and cursed, "That idiot, he's heartless. I don't want to contact him anymore."
Abigail was stunned and asked in surprise, "Why?"
Emily took off her coat and said crisply, "Forget it, let's not talk about it. Let's go get something to eat."
"Sure, as long as you're buying, I'm up for anything."
"Let's hit Century Street for something nice," Emily suggested. "I won't be going back for a few days, so I'll crash at your place until I finish this four-part news series. That way, I won't have to hide from them."
"Damn, did I agree to let you stay at my place?"
"It's settled then, let's go."
"Shameless," Abigail muttered, turning the steering wheel.
Just then, a sudden screech of brakes filled the air, and an old gas-powered pickup truck appeared at the intersection ahead.
Startled, Abigail cursed and slammed on the brakes.
With a thud, her car collided at an angle with the pickup's rear end.
Four masked men jumped out of the pickup. Two of them, wielding military shovels, rushed over and started smashing the car windows.
After a few hits, the passenger side window shattered.
"What are you doing?" Emily shouted, a mix of anger and fear in her voice.
The other two men, one holding a bucket of fresh animal blood, splashed it into the car.
Caught off guard, Emily was drenched in the foul-smelling blood.
"You like speaking out for others, huh? Then speak now," one of the men with a military shovel shouted. "Get them out of the car."
In a residential area in the suburbs of Pine City, Milo received a call at his house. "Hello? Yeah, it's just the two of us. Okay, I'm heading out now. I'll call you in a bit."
After the call, Duke stretched his neck and asked, "All set?"
"Yeah, let's go."
"Alright." Duke picked up his luggage, wearing a thick leather jacket, and led the way out of the living room.
They quickly crossed the yard. As they opened the main door, they heard the clanging of metal from the left.
Duke turned sharply. "Who's there?"
In the darkness, Enrique, holding a half-meter-long European military knife, walked over slowly. "You caused trouble and dragged others into it, but now you're running without a word? That's not very loyal, is it?"
Duke, who had met Enrique through Zephyr, froze and replied, "Enrique, I was just about to head back to the city."
Enrique nodded and gestured. "Come here, I need to ask you something."
Duke hesitated but didn't move.
Around them, the sound of footsteps grew as six or seven people silently surrounded them.
After a moment of hesitation, Duke walked towards Enrique. "Enrique, I was really just about to head back to the city. I didn't mean to..."
"Who else knows about your dealings with those gun runners?" Enrique asked directly.
Hearing this, Milo tried to nudge Duke in the back, signaling him to think before answering. But Duke, already intimidated, blurted out, "Just me and Milo. Zephyr knew, too. He approved it, so I dared to take their goods. They didn't even notify us before dropping off the goods, and Zephyr wanted to teach them a lesson."
"Alright."
Enrique nodded, then suddenly grabbed Duke by the neck with his left hand and stabbed him in the abdomen with his right one, smiling. "So it's just you two. That makes things simple."
Duke froze, struggling to escape.
The second stab followed immediately.
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