Chapter 219 Child-Eater
Inside the orphanage's living room, an unsettling tableau played out.
Elbert, seemingly indifferent to the tension in the air, leaned against a corner while looking down.
Trinity, meanwhile was sitting on a plush sofa with her legs crossed gracefully. Her innate charm, amplified to its fullest extent, washed over the room, seducing the burly men present.
This was all part of the plan. Lure Beserk in, use Trinity's allure to weaken his resolve, and then strike a deal. With each exchange, they'd inch closer to uncovering the depths of the child trafficking operation.
Trinity, however, shot nervous glances at Elbert, silently urging him to remain calm. This was her operation, her responsibility.
The sound of heels against hardwood floors shattered the tense silence. Trinity's heart skipped a beat. A woman? This wasn't right.
Her blood ran cold as a woman strode into the room, her curves accentuated by a tight leather outfit. Her face, a mask of seductive confidence, held a hint of ruthless authority.
"Greetings, Boss Beserk!" The burly men bowed in unison, their earlier infatuation forgotten.
Trinity panicked.
'Beserk is a woman? How could I have overlooked something so crucial? My charm is useless over women.'
"The pleasure is all mine," the woman whispered. "It's not every day the Sunshine Orphanage has the honor of hosting Wavehaven's most powerful gang."
Trinity, struggling to maintain her composure, replied, "The honor is ours, Boss Beserk. We've heard whispers of your... operation. We're quite impressed."
"Let's see what treasures you've brought us today, shall we?" Beserk gestured toward the documents in Trinity's hand.
With trembling fingers, Trinity handed over the files. Beserk settled behind a large oak desk, her eyes scanning the information. She slowly smiled.
"Exquisite! As expected of the Black Fox gang. Ten, you say? All with the desired specifications?"
She looked up, her eyes boring into Trinity's. "Tell me, Miss Trinity, something about you... intrigues me."
"And what might that be?" Trinity fought to keep her voice steady.
"I'm curious," Beserk leaned forward, whispering, "just how much does Officer Trinity know about the inner workings of the Wavehaven Special Operations Unit?"
The air thickened with tension. Four crimson dots, tiny yet unmistakable, materialized on Trinity's forehead and chest.
"Don't try anything foolish," Beserk warned, her voice laced with steel. "Four Barrett M95s, all aimed at your vital organs. Even if you're augmented, I doubt you'll escape this room alive."
She wasn't bluffing. Trinity knew the telltale signs of a sniper nest when she saw one. They were surrounded.
"I don't know what you're talking about," She retorted, her mind racing.
Just then, a scrawny man, grinning grotesquely, burst into the room. He rushed toward Beserk, his voice a mix of excitement and malice.
"Boss, it's her! I saw her in Wavehaven, at that club. She wouldn't give me the time of day, that stuck-up bitch. So, I followed her. For three days, I tracked her. She's chummy with those Special Ops dogs, I tell ya. She's a plant!"
Trinity's heart sank. A small-time thug, blinded by lust and a bruised ego, had undone weeks of careful planning.
"Excellent work, Bryan," Beserk said, her voice deceptively calm. She pulled a gleaming silver pistol from her desk drawer, the click of the hammer echoing in the stunned silence. "You've been most helpful."
"See, Boss? Told ya she was a cop," Bryan crowed, his eyes glued to Trinity. "You promised, remember? She's mine now."
Bang!
The gunshot was deafening. Bryan crumpled to the floor, disbelief etched on his face.
"Foolish, greedy boy," Beserk sighed, stepping over his lifeless body. "You almost ruined everything."
She turned her attention to Elbert, who had remained unnervingly still throughout the ordeal.
"I had the pleasure of witnessing your handiwork a few nights ago, Mr. Paul Two. The unification of Wavehaven's underworld... a stroke of genius, truly."
She bowed slightly, her voice laced with newfound respect. "Red Tassel, at your service. Tell me, is this policewoman a genuine threat, or is she playing a different game? Her fate rests in your hands."
The room erupted in whispers. Paul Two? The name hung in the air, heavy with power and notoriety.
Trinity stared at Elbert, her mind confused and in disbelief. Paul Two? The enigmatic figure who had seized control of Wavehaven's underworld in a single night?
Elbert, as if only just noticing the attention, scratched his head sheepishly. "My reputation precedes me, I see. Word travels fast."
He sauntered over to the sofa, settling down with an air of casual dominance.
"Tell me, Red Tassel," he asked mildly, "once you acquire your... merchandise, where does it go? Who are your buyers?"
"Eager, aren't we?" Beserk chuckled, her earlier fear replaced by a grudging admiration. "You move quickly, Paul Two. That charade with the Black Fox gang... brilliant. And now you've set your sights on my little operation?"
He remained silent, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it with a his Zippo lighter. The red gemstone embedded in the lighter glinted ominously in the dim light.
"I'm not a patient man," he said lowly. "Where are the children going?"
An invisible pressure seemed to descend upon the room, emanating from him like a physical force. It was the aura of a predator, a kingpin asserting his dominance.
Beserk, despite her fearsome reputation, felt a shiver run down her spine. This was the true face of power; the kind that could crush you without a second thought.
"Victoria," she blurted out, her facade crumbling. "Binnieburg Medical College. They receive the shipments. But we handle the transport, exclusively."
"Interesting," Elbert murmured, exhaling a plume of smoke. "That's all I needed to know."
He tossed the Zippo in the air, the red gemstone catching the light. For a split second, it aligned perfectly with the scope of a sniper rifle positioned in a nearby building.
The sniper, momentarily blinded, flinched as his finger tightened on the trigger.
The first shot was all it took.
Elbert moved with inhuman speed, slamming into the nearest thug and sending him crashing into a wall.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
More shots rang out, wild and desperate. Elbert weaved between bullets, his every move precise and deadly.
He slapped Beserk across the face, the sound echoing through the room.
"Disgusting," he spat, his voice filled with loathing.
Beserk crumpled to the floor, unconscious.
The entire confrontation, from the first gunshot to Beserk's fall, had lasted mere seconds.
Trinity, still reeling from the sudden violence, checked herself instinctively. Not a scratch.
"Elbert," she breathed, her voice trembling, "what... what was that?"
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