Chapter 243 Grim Reaper's Stronghold
The Grim Reaper ran the underground intel network, which was a huge asset for Larry.
He needed to get the Grim Reaper on his side, make him work for him.
Without Grim's intel, Larry would be flying blind, always on edge.
"Alright."
Valerian grabbed his phone, "Tell everyone to gear up. We got a mission."
"Larry, should I tag along?" Lyra asked.
Larry waved her off, "Nah, you're still banged up. Just chill here."
"By the way," Lyra hesitated.
Larry looked at her, "What's up? Got more questions?"
Lyra said, "Living in a big city without an ID is tough. Can you help me get a legit one?"
"Sure, no problem."
Larry nodded and then headed out with Valerian, driving to the repair shop where Grim's base was.
"Larry, how's Frank doing?"
Larry said, "He should be alright."
He hadn't checked on Frank for a couple of days. But no calls from the military hospital meant Frank was stable.
An hour or so later, they pulled up at the suburban repair shop.
Valerian asked, "Larry, what's the plan?"
Larry asked, "Everyone here?"
"They're on their way, should be here in five."
"Cool, let's head in."
"Got it." Valerian nodded.
Larry got out, Valerian right behind him. They walked into the shop.
A greasy mechanic came over, wrench in hand. He looked at them and asked, "You guys need a repair?"
Larry said calmly, "I'm here for your boss."
The mechanic's face changed, "I don't know what you're talking about. Our boss isn't here."
Larry walked over and kicked him, sending him sprawling.
This got everyone's attention. Over twenty mechanics with iron pipes rushed over, looking ready to brawl.
A big guy pointed at Larry and yelled, "What the hell are you doing? You know where you are? Let's break his legs."
"Larry, let me handle this."
Valerian was itching for action. In Southwild, he was just a low-ranking member of the Black Dragon Army, barely got to see Larry.
Now, promoted to Sunset City to follow Larry, he wanted to impress. He clenched his fists and charged.
The mechanics attacked Valerian, but Larry just watched.
Valerian was skilled, quickly taking them down. They lay on the ground, groaning.
Valerian walked over, grinning, "Larry, how'd I do? Didn't embarrass you or the Black Dragon Army, right?"
Larry nodded, "Not bad. But in Sunset City, don't mention them."
"Got it." Valerian nodded, "Sorry, Larry."
Larry stepped on a mechanic, "I said I wanted to see your boss. Still not gonna lead the way?"
Just then, a middle-aged guy walked out, one of Grim's men. He'd pretended to be Grim when Larry last came.
"Larry, what are you doing here?"
His face was dark, no respect for Larry.
He pulled a gun, pointing it at Larry, "This isn't a place for you. Get out."
Larry gave the guy a quick glance and pulled out a silver needle from his trench coat. With a flick of his wrist, the needle flew out.
The Grim Reaper's guy got hit in the wrist, dropping his gun.
"Larry, our people are here," Valerian said.
"Good."
Larry nodded, "Tell them to surround the place. No one gets out. The rest, follow me."
Valerian quickly relayed the orders.
Just then, hundreds of cars pulled up outside the shop.
Men in black suits, fully armed, got out and surrounded all the exits. The rest followed Larry inside.
"Larry." Hundreds of them walked in, standing straight, their voices in unison.
Seeing this, the shop's people were terrified.
Larry strode forward, reaching a hidden mechanism.
As soon as it opened, several guns were pointed at him. Before Larry could react, his men opened fire, taking down the guards.
Some of his guys moved ahead to clear the way for Larry, who walked in the middle. They continued down the underground passage.
Along the way, they ran into armed mercenaries, but they were no match for the battle-hardened Black Dragon Army. The thousand soldiers Larry brought were the elite of the elite.
They soon reached the depths of the underground chamber.
In a luxurious room deep underground, all of Grim's men were kneeling, guns to their heads.
Larry sat on a sofa, smoking, "Where's the Grim Reaper? Tell him to get here now."
The Grim Reaper had another identity—Matthew, the miracle doctor of Sunset City. He usually wasn't around.
One of his guys quickly called him.
The Grim Reaper was with some top doctors, discussing the annual medical competition. His rarely used private phone rang.
He stood up, "Sorry, I need to take this."
He quickly went to a back room and answered.
"Bad news. Our base is under attack."
"What?" The Grim Reaper was shocked.
Larry took the phone, "Grim Reaper, come see me now, or I'll destroy the underground intel network you've built over decades."
"Larry." Matthew was furious, "I warn you, don't do anything stupid, or you'll regret it."
"You've got one hour. If you're not here, don't blame me." Larry hung up.
"Bastard."
The Grim Reaper smashed his phone in anger.
The underground intel network was his life's work, built with decades of effort and endless resources. He couldn't let Larry destroy it.
"Get the car, now."
He didn't waste any time and called for a car.
At the same time, he ordered, "Get everyone to the headquarters for backup."
He controlled the underground intel network and had many ruthless men.
Larry coming to his base was a death wish.
He knew Larry was once part of the Black Dragon, but now Larry had resigned. Many people wanted him dead.
If he could kill Larry, he'd be doing a lot of people a favor.
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