Chapter 434 Terrifying Tactics
A mocking laugh echoed through the phone. "Mr. Soderberg, long time no see. Thought you ditched us for good."
Otha, in a low growl, said, "Atticus, cut the crap. Round up the crew. We got a big event today."
Atticus paused, like he moved to a quieter spot, then asked, "What's up, Mr. Soderberg? Someone giving you trouble?"
Otha nodded, "Yeah, I'll send the deets soon. Do whatever it takes to nab him. If you can't, take him out. There's ten million dollars in it for you if you pull it off."
Atticus didn't hesitate, "No sweat, I'll get on it."
After hanging up, Garth leaned in, "Was that the infamous Atticus?"
Otha nodded, "Yep, that's him. Ex-mercenary, cold-blooded, body count's high. Been working for me since he landed here six years ago."
Garth grinned, "Awesome! With him on it, I can chill."
'William, your days are numbered,' Garth thought.
Otha patted his shoulder, "Let's go meet him."
They left the café and headed to the meetup spot with Atticus.
Atticus' crew had been waiting, drinking. The small joint was packed with a dozen of his guys, all hardened criminals on the run. They were known for being reckless and dangerous.
"Mr. Soderberg, finally. I found the guy you want. Let's go check it out," Atticus said, laughing, eyes gleaming with pride.
Finding the target was a breeze for Atticus. He tracked him down with just a few men.
Otha was surprised, "You found him?"
Atticus downed a glass, stood up, "Let's roll. I'll show you."
Otha and Garth exchanged a look and followed. They piled into a white van and headed out.
When they arrived, they saw it was a small company.
'William's here? And no security?' Otha thought.
He grabbed Atticus, who was about to get out, "You sure he's here? The guy's got Alan protecting him. No guards around. Could be a trap."
Atticus grinned, "What are you scared of? With me on the job, it's handled. Relax, just come see."
He led his men across the street, heading straight for the company.
The long blades they brandished gleamed menacingly under the sun. These were Atticus's trusted, well-trained guys. Atticus was pretty confident that he would get this 10 million dollars.
They stormed the company, splitting into three teams. One blocked all exits. Another rushed up the stairs. The last took the elevator.
At the general manager's office, seven or eight guys with iron rods stood at the door, speaking in some foreign language. Four stayed to guard, the rest kicked the door.
The door flew open. Four strong, dark-skinned men rushed in, swinging iron rods, shouting.
William stood alone by the window, hands behind his back, calmly looking out.
He smirked, turned to the intruders, and said, "Welcome to hell."
"Get him!" they shouted and charged without hesitation.
William was acting way too chill. How could he be grinning in a situation like this? Was he not scared of dying?
Meanwhile, downstairs, Otha and Garth were chilling in the car, hearing the chaos from above. They exchanged a knowing smirk.
"It's finally over," Garth sighed in relief.
Otha lit a cigarette, handed one to Garth, and said with a sly smile, "You gotta back me in the next film association vote."
Garth chuckled, "You got it."
They smoked, feeling like the upstairs fight was a done deal.
But just as the thugs charged at William, a squad of bodyguards in black combat gear and berets, armed to the teeth, burst out from every corner of the room.
A team of bodyguards crashed through the windows, rolling in like action heroes. They took positions, aiming their guns at the thugs.
"Shit! What's happening? Where'd all these guys come from?" someone yelled.
"Run! Get outta here!" another voice screamed.
The thugs tried to bolt, but it was too late.
"Stop! Drop your weapons and surrender!" someone ordered.
"Get down! Everyone down!"
"Drop your weapons, or you'll be shot on the spot!"
At the same time, outside the small building, a dozen more bodyguards in full combat gear, carrying iron weapons, stormed in with deadly precision. They emerged from nearby cars and behind trees, moving with military efficiency.
Inside, more bodyguards rushed out, pinning all of Atticus' thugs to the ground. Some tried to fight back but were quickly taken down. Even the guys guarding the elevator, who were chatting about women, got knocked to the floor by bodyguards bursting out of the elevator, weapons raised!
And all this went down in just a few minutes.
Outside, the vans parked at the entrance were surrounded by the black-clad bodyguards. They rushed over, yanked open the car doors, and dragged Garth and Otha out, pinning them to the ground.
Otha and Garth were stunned. What the hell was happening?
When they came to, they realized Atticus had already bailed with his men in another car.
Atticus and his remaining crew drove like maniacs. But on both sides of the street, four heavily modified pickup trucks with iron railings boxed them in.
Several bodyguards jumped out of the pickups, aiming their weapons at Atticus and his men, shouting, "Get out! Hands on your heads, now!"
"Drop your weapons! Get out!"
Atticus, face cold, gripped the steering wheel tight but eventually raised his hands and got out. Two bodyguards rushed up, pressed his neck, pinned him to the ground, and cuffed him!
The scene was intense!
Atticus finally realized he'd been set up.
Meanwhile, William strolled out of the building, hands in his pockets, and walked over to the handcuffed Garth and Otha.
He looked down at them coldly and said, "I told you to be ready for this."
Garth was lifted up and shouted angrily, "Why? Aren't you scared the people behind me will come for you?"
William smirked, "Because you messed with my wife and daughter."
"Just a woman? I can give you ten, a hundred. Let me go, and we can call it even," Garth offered.
William shook his head, "Sorry, you got no leverage here."
He handed a phone to Garth and said, "Call your people and tell them you're in my hands. Let's see if they care enough to save you."
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