Chapter 278 Who's The Fool Now?
In another room in the village, Cason perched on the couch, tapping his fingers on the table and occasionally rubbing his temples.
A subordinate stood nearby and said, "Cason, the Black Dragon has already subdued the hired assassins."
Upon hearing this, Cason's expression grew serious.
Black Dragon was indeed a force to be reckoned with. Those assassins were top-tier and seriously dangerous. If it weren't for the billion-dollar bounty, gathering them would have been impossible.
Now, Larry had subdued them with ease—an impressive achievement indeed.
"Don't worry about it," Cason said, waving his hand dismissively.
As long as Alden could be rescued, it didn't matter who Larry recruited or subdued.
Alden, the founder of the Shadow Syndicate, had been running the organization for nearly thirty years, amassing a massive fortune in the process.
But with his capture, the whereabouts of that money remained a mystery, pushing Cason to take a huge risk.
Even if it meant gambling the entire Shadow Syndicate, it was worth it.
This wasn't merely a matter of a few billion bucks—that was chump change compared to Alden's fortune.
"I see. Tell the crew to stash the weapons and chill. Sunrise's close; we don't want any suspicion."
"Got it."
In another room, Larry was also resting with his eyes closed, his mind racing as he pondered Cason's true motives.
He didn't believe Cason would offer him the leadership of the Shadow Syndicate simply to save Alden.
But what exactly was Cason's goal?
He couldn't decipher it.
This time, he had drawn Cason to Sunset City to subdue some assassins, and he had succeeded. The elusive position of Shadow Syndicate leader no longer held significance for him.
A shadow passed over Larry's face.
Cason was too deep, too inscrutable to fully understand.
Alden absolutely couldn't be released; otherwise, he would spell disaster.
Larry took a deep breath.
Meanwhile, back at the Lewis family estate in Sunset City, Chloe returned safe and sound.
Abigail was there too, sitting in the room with her.
Chloe kept asking, "Abigail, what happened after I was taken? How did you get out? And Larry—he was shot. Is he okay?"
Chloe's face was etched with worry.
Though she was back safely, she was still pale.
Abigail held her hand, trying to reassure her, "It's okay. Larry will be back by dawn."
"What exactly is going on? Who are these people? Why did they capture Larry and me? Did Larry upset someone?"
"No," Abigail replied.
Larry had told her not to disclose anything to Chloe.
And she herself didn't know how to explain it properly.
"I don't know what's happening, but I believe Larry is a good person."
"It's nearly dawn. Why isn't he back yet?"
Chloe was very anxious.
Abigail continued to comfort her.
A sliver of dawn gradually appeared on the horizon.
The sun slowly rose, casting light on the dark earth.
Just as dawn broke, a car pulled up outside the village.
A man stepped out of the car.
The man was in his thirties, with a rather unremarkable appearance, the sort that wouldn't draw any attention in a crowd.
Just then, an old farmer with a hoe walked by, looked at the man standing by the car, and couldn't help but ask, "Looking for someone?"
The middle-aged man saw that it was a farmer and didn't respond. Instead, he muttered to himself, "Boss, I'm at the spot, but it's just a small village. Nothing sketchy here."
"Hold on," a hoarse voice crackled through the invisible earpiece in his ear.
Meanwhile, just a few miles outside the village, there was a hidden house. Cason had gotten there before the sun came up. His phone buzzed, and he picked it up.
"Cason, I've brought Alden to the designated village."
Cason asked, "No one else, right?"
"Rest assured, definitely no one else."
Cason hung up.
Then he dialed another number, "Go check the outskirts of the village."
Cason's subordinate received the call, then led the fake Larry out of the village. They found a car parked outside with a stranger standing next to it.
Several subordinates pointed their guns at the fake Larry.
A middle-aged man stepped forward, scrutinized the others, and asked, "Where's Alden?"
"Are you Cason?"
"Yes."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man opened the car door.
In the back seat sat a man with a hood over his head, his limbs bound by chains.
The man was dressed in prison clothes, and his face was obscured by the hood.
"Alden," the fake Cason quickly walked over.
"Stop."
The middle-aged man immediately pulled out a gun and pointed it at the hooded man, saying coldly, "I've brought the person. Now give me Black Dragon."
The fake Cason snapped his fingers, and the fake Larry was brought forward.
The fake Cason pulled out a gun and shot the fake Larry in the head.
The fake Larry collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
The fake Cason said indifferently, "I promised you that if you brought Alden, I'd give you Black Dragon's head. Now he's dead. You can cut off his head yourself. Release Alden and have a helicopter ready for me."
The middle-aged man whispered into his earpiece, "Alistair, Black Dragon is dead."
A voice came through his earpiece, "Go over and let me see."
"Okay," he replied.
The middle-aged man walked over.
He had a miniature camera on him, capturing the scene clearly, showing the fake Larry lying on the ground.
In a hidden room in Sunset City, Alistair saw through the surveillance feed that Black Dragon lay in a pool of blood. He stood up abruptly and commanded, "Black Dragon is dead. Move quickly and eliminate them all."
"Got it," came the response.
After receiving the order, the middle-aged man smiled at the fake Cason, then pulled a grenade from his waist and hurled it.
The fake Cason was enraged and quickly dodged.
The middle-aged man snatched Alden, threw him into the car, and sped away.
Immediately, armed men in black stormed into the village.
Gunfire erupted.
A few miles away, Cason smashed the table in fury, roaring, "Alistair, you dare to trick me? I won't let you get away with this!"
"Cason!" a subordinate bolted over, panicked, yelling, "We've got hostiles circling the village—they're moving in fast!"
"Fall back, now," Cason ordered swiftly.
Desperate, Cason turned to Larry, who was chilling on the couch like nothing was wrong. "Larry, you're my only shot. Get me out of here. Call Free and pull in some backup, now!" shouted Cason.
Larry, smoking a cigarette with an indifferent air, said, "Cason, are you giving me orders?"
"Larry, we had an agreement..." Before Cason could finish, a gun was pressed against his temple.
Fire Phoenix, one of the top ten assassins, held a sleek pistol to Cason's head. A glint of coldness flickered across her otherwise innocent face as she sneered, "Don't move. I'm jumpy. One twitch, and you're done."
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