Chapter 244 Two Paths
Matthew rolled up to the repair shop with a whole crew in tow.
"Wait a sec..."
Just as they were about to step inside, he hit the brakes.
He pulled out his phone and said, "Go scope out the repair shop."
One of the guys hopped out of the car and made a beeline for the shop.
A few minutes later, he came back, "The place is swarming with armed dudes."
"What?" Matthew's face went pale. "Armed to the teeth?"
"Yeah, looks like a legit army."
Matthew slammed his fist on the car.
One of his guys asked, "What now, boss?"
Matthew took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. "Don't do anything stupid. Tell everyone to fall back."
"Got it."
Matthew stared at the repair shop, lost in thought. He never imagined Larry would roll up with an army.
He was supposed to be the intel guy. How did so many people sneak into Sunset City without him knowing? These must be Larry's guys from Southwild, the Black Dragon Army—tough and trained.
Most of his crew were just regular folks, maybe a few mercenaries. No way they could take on the Black Dragon Army.
After mulling it over, he decided to head to a hidden estate and slipped into the backyard.
He triggered a hidden switch and entered an underground passage. The repair shop's basement was his base, with more than one way in.
He navigated the underground tunnels and soon reached the secret room where Larry was.
He saw his people on their knees, guns to their heads, which made his blood boil.
But he forced a smile and walked over, "Larry, long time no see. What brings you here? Looking for some intel?"
Larry glanced at him, checked his watch, and smirked, "Right on time."
He pointed to the sofa across from him. "Take a seat."
Matthew sat down. Larry picked up a cigarette from the table and tossed it to him. Matthew caught it but didn't light it.
Larry lit one for himself.
"Grim Reaper," he said, his face turning serious, "Dr. Rogers, you're quite the character!"
"Larry, you must be joking," Matthew forced a laugh, knowing why Larry was here but having to pretend he was clueless.
"I'm giving you two options: work for me or die."
Larry wasn't here to negotiate. He was here to take control. If Matthew didn't comply, Larry would kill him.
Matthew's face darkened. He hadn't expected Larry to come at him so hard.
He thought it over, not wanting to throw away all his hard work.
But if he refused, he knew Larry wouldn't hesitate to kill him.
Larry spoke again, "My patience is running thin. If I kill you, I can take over your underground intel network. The only reason you're still breathing is because you're useful to me."
Matthew, with a grim look, said, "Larry, you're pushing it. Do you really think you can survive with just this network? Do you know how many people want you dead? You're a dead man walking."
"That's not your problem," Larry shot back. "If you don't agree, don't blame me for what happens next."
"Alright, I agree," Grim Reaper finally gave in.
Facing the Black Dragon Army, he had no choice. To stay alive, he had to play along with Larry. Otherwise, he was a dead man.
Larry smirked. Everything was going according to plan.
"I've taken care of the trash here. From now on, the thousand men I brought from Southwild are under your command."
Grim Reaper took a deep breath. It really was the Black Dragon Army from Southwild.
"Grim Reaper, your intel network isn't strong enough. You need to expand it, infiltrate Aurora Citadel, and eventually, the whole world."
Grim Reaper shot Larry a look. "You make it sound so easy. If it's that simple, why don't you do it yourself?"
Larry made it seem like expanding an underground intel network was a walk in the park.
"Grim Reaper, your life is in my hands now. Watch your tone. Speak to me with respect, or I'll kill you and find a new Grim Reaper."
Larry said it so casually, like it was no big deal.
"Larry, it's not as easy as you think. Underground intel networks need to stay hidden. Infiltrating a city takes a lot of resources and groundwork."
Larry waved him off, cutting him short.
"That's your problem. Just follow my orders. I'll give you the resources you need. But I doubt you're short on cash. What's the point of hoarding all that money?"
Grim Reaper didn't dare argue. He thought to himself, 'Who complains about having too much money?'
"Valerian."
"Yes?"
Larry ordered, "Don't go back to Mortal Clinic for now. Stay here and help Grim Reaper. Keep an eye on him. If he slacks off, kill him and take over his network."
"Got it."
Grim Reaper broke out in a cold sweat. He knew Larry wasn't bluffing.
"Larry, I was just kidding. From now on, I'll work my butt off for you."
Larry nodded and smiled, "Good. Don't worry, no one will know you're the miracle doctor Matthew. Your family will be safe, especially Lucy."
Grim Reaper knew Larry was threatening him again. He slumped on the sofa, completely drained, knowing he was now just someone else's puppet.
After subduing Grim Reaper, Larry didn't stick around. He left, and Valerian started cleaning up the underground room.
Grim Reaper followed him, seeing all his hired mercenaries dead. He felt a chill. Good thing he hadn't acted rashly.
If he had attacked, his men wouldn't have stood a chance against the Black Dragon Army.
Back in Sunset City, Larry headed to Mortal Clinic, picked up Lyra, and went to the military hospital.
He planned to meet Frank and Free, and ask Free to help Lyra get a legit identity. He didn't have the authority to do it himself.
But Free was different. For him, getting Lyra a legit identity would be a piece of cake.
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