Chapter 205 Dealing with Ants
At the entrance of Harmony Haven Resorts,
Elbert and Trinity paused, the air thick with unspoken tension.
"Well, this was fun, wasn't it, buddy?" Trinity asked, her voice light and playful.
"Sure," Elbert replied, his tone noncommittal.
"Unfortunately, duty calls," she continued, her expression turning serious. "I'm afraid I can't stay and play for the next few days. Police business, you know how it is."
"Stay safe," Elbert said, hoping she meant it.
"Were you scared back there?" she asked, her eyes mischevious. "When I faced down that gang leader? Don't worry, I can handle myself."
She leaned closer, whispering, "I'll come find you when this is all over. We'll have some real fun then."
Elbert nodded, trying not to betray his apprehension. He watched as she drove away, relief and unease washing over him.
Trinity had confirmed it once again; her charm was useless on him. But instead of discouraging her, it only seemed to strengthen her resolve.
"Elbert," she murmured to herself, her eyes determined. "from now on, you're mine to protect."
A surge of possessiveness, as unexpected as it was powerful, coursed through her. She savored the feeling for a bit before pulling out her phone and dialed a number.
"Sir," she said, her voice turning professional. "Everything is in place."
"What?" Leonard's voice was sharp with surprise.
"I've secured my position within the Black Fox Gang, and I have the information I need from the Gemini APP."
"I'll need a few days to familiarize myself with the situation in Wavehaven," she continued. "But the plan remains the same. In three days' time, I'll meet with the Child-Eater. And this time, he won't escape."
"We'll discuss this back at headquarters," Leonard said, his tone wary.
He hung up, his mind racing. Had Trinity actually managed to infiltrate the Black Fox Gang and manipulate the CEO of Gemini APP? It seemed impossible.
He might have believed it if it were anything else, but those two organizations were controlled by... him. It simply wasn't feasible, even for someone as skilled as Trinity.
What Leonard didn't know was that Trinity's success was due entirely to Elbert's tacit approval.
Meanwhile, Elbert drove back toward Cemetery Road, his thoughts consumed by Trinity's plan. He'd figured out her angle; she was going to use the information from Gemini APP to pose as a buyer and draw out the Child-Eater. It was a solid plan, but two things bothered him.
First, why was she so focused on finding children with Rh-negative blood? Robert had theorized that this rare blood type was particularly valuable for human modification.
Second, Robert had uncovered a disturbing pattern in his research. Over the past two years, numerous children had gone missing, their disappearances remaining unsolved. The common thread? All signs pointed to Celestria City, and a shadowy figure known only as the Child-Eater.
Elbert had a hunch that all of this was connected to a powerful modification organization. And thanks to Trinity, the Child-Eater was about to surface.
His involvement stemmed from his promise to Leonard, but he didn't plan on getting entangled with the police. He preferred to operate from the shadows. However, he couldn't simply ignore the plight of those children.
While they waited for Gemini APP to compile the data, Elbert decided to deal with a more immediate annoyance; the Card Club assassins. Their continued presence was a nuisance, and he had just the tool to eliminate them; Quentin.
Across the ocean, on a sprawling farm in Rio Town, Dek State, Mr. Box stared at his newly-repaired computer screen, his face turning red. Eight of his Card Club assassins had vanished from the international rankings overnight.
His hands trembling, he tapped out a message on his antique telegraph machine. [Dear Kofi, what has befallen my children?]
[My deepest condolences, Mr. Box. With no survivors, we can only rely on rumors. It seems Spade 4 succumbed to his own poison, and Heart 4 suffered a weapon malfunction.]
[The others were apprehended by the Veridiania police after a sudden attack.]
Mr. Box struggled to contain his fury. He felt like a bomb about to detonate, but he had to maintain his composure. A true gentleman would never lose his cool.
[Rest assured, Mr. Box,] the message continued. [Twenty-six of our finest assassins have arrived in Wavehaven, strategically positioned and ready to strike at dawn. Paul Three's reign of terror ends now.]
Mr. Box contemplated the message, feeling uneasy. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss.
[Have Chain Bridge and Invictus Divine, my most capable agents, arrived?] he typed back.
[Yes, Sir. They are both in position.]
Mr. Box sighed in relief. With those two on the job, nothing could go wrong. He reached for a nearby sunflower, its cheerful yellow petals mocking his inner turmoil. Angry, he hurled the entire plant out the window.
Turning back to the telegraph machine, he typed, [Dear Kofi, I have prepared a special planter. Ensure you deliver Paul Three's head. I intend to grow something beautiful in his skull.]
[As you wish, Mr. Box.]
Meanwhile, in a luxurious hillside villa overlooking Wavehaven, a middle-aged man named Andrew Powell paced nervously. The room was a fortress, its walls reinforced with concrete and windows fitted with bulletproof glass. Armed guards patrolled the grounds, their every movement vigilant.
Despite these precautions, Powell couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom.
"Mr. Powell," a voice came from behind him. "Rest assured, you are in safe hands. Golden Shield Security has an impeccable track record. No client under our protection has ever been harmed."
The speaker, a hulking man named Enke, exuded an air of confidence. He was dressed in camouflage fatigues, his every movement radiating strength.
"I hope your confidence isn't misplaced, Mr. Enke," Powell said, his voice trembling. "My enemies have employed the Card Club, a group of internationally renowned assassins. I hear they're the best in the business."
Enke chuckled. "Don't believe everything you hear, Mr. Powell. I've faced down the worst the Victoria battlefield had to offer. The Card Club is nothing compared to that."
As if on cue, a high-pitched whine filled the room, followed by a metallic buzzing. A golden fork on a nearby table vibrated violently, its movements growing increasingly erratic.
Enke's eyes narrowed. He reached for the weapon at his hip, but it was too late. The fork shot across the room like a bullet, stabbing deep into his throat.
Blood splattered across the white walls as Enke crumpled to the floor, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief.
Powell screamed, scrambling for cover under the table.
"Andrew Powell," a voice echoed through the room, cold and menacing. "I am here to claim your life, at the Emperor's behest."
Powell looked up to see a figure emerge from the shadows. He was dressed in a black ninja suit, his face hidden behind a mask with only his eyes visible – cold, calculating, devoid of mercy.
Then, as if materializing from thin air, another identical figure appeared on the other side of the room.
"Help!" Powell shrieked, his voice raw with terror. "Someone help me!"
Gunfire erupted as Powell's bodyguards stormed the room, their weapons blazing. However, the bullets seemed to pass harmlessly through the masked figures, who moved with an eerie, almost supernatural grace.
A chilling laugh echoed through the room as one of them drew a gleaming katana, its blade reflecting the terrified faces of the approaching guards. Four more figures materialized, their movements synchronized with bad intentions.
The room became a bloodbath. The bodyguards, despite their training and firepower, were no match for the assassins. Within minutes, over thirty lay dead, their bodies riddled with bullets and slashed with surgical precision.
The lead assassin approached Powell, his katana dripping with blood. "A samurai always identifies himself before delivering the final blow," he said, his voice emotionless. "Take comfort in knowing who sends you to hell."
He raised his sword, the tip hovering inches from Powell's face. "I am Invictus Divine, of the Card Club."
The blade flashed, and Powell's head soon rolled across the floor, his eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling.
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