"Malicious and crafty."
Kemi said.
"Hmm... your feeling isn’t wrong."
"He’s a fox."
"But that doesn’t necessarily make him a bad person."
McCaul stressed, and then his gaze turned to Jason.
"What do you think about the Emod situation?"
McCaul seemed to trust Jason completely, without any hesitation or doubt, and asked directly.
"He’s messed with someone he shouldn’t have."
Jason said as such, his gaze however was on the 3A apartment close at hand.An unusual expression emerged on his face.
...
After settling his daughter in Jason’s apartment, Brian finally breathed a sigh of relief.
With Jason around, Brian believed that his daughter was safe.
Then...
Emod!
Brian’s eyes grew cold.
His career had taught him that enemies must be eradicated.
And his life after retirement reminded him that if he didn’t want to live painfully in self-blame, he had to kill Emod.
Both of these vastly different life experiences issued a warning.
Brian naturally had no more hesitation.
He left the apartment, got into his car, and headed directly for Emod’s mansion.
After his own stronghold was turned into ruins, he was sure that Emod would return there.
Emod’s status in Cherry City did not allow him to "retreat in the face of battle."
Once retreat was observed, not to mention Emod’s enemies, even his own subordinates would not be able to resist tearing him apart.
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This was, after all, the rule of the underworld.
Of course, Emod would surely be prepared.
So before entering that rich neighborhood, filled with millionaires, Brian left his car in a small alley on the roadside.
He opened the trunk, then pressed a hidden lock on the side.
Click!
The crisp sound signaled the opening of a secret compartment.
Brian propped up the compartment, and under the subtle moonlight, three handguns, a submachine gun, several magazines, and five grenades were neatly laid out.
This was Brian’s personal ’small arms cache.’
Though it had no heavy weaponry, the basic arsenal was sufficient.
He placed one of the handguns at his waist and the other under his arm, slipped the magazines into the lining, and hung all the grenades in the hidden pockets on his belt before taking the submachine gun, pulling back the bolt, and slipping into the shadows.
...
John stood on the rooftop, leaning against a chimney, concealing his body behind it, while his eyes observed Emod’s mansion down below.
John was not unfamiliar with Emod.
Although he had never dealt with him directly, John was well aware of Emod’s notorious reputation.
Of course, it was anything but a good one.
John had heard several times of the things the man had done to "maintain his business."
However, at that time, he did not care.
Because he was retired.
He had a wife; he needed a stable life, far away from such darkness.
But an accident occurred.
The death of his wife left him devastated.
Fortunately, she left him with one last hope.
Daisy!
But now... Daisy was also dead.
Killed by the henchmen of the bastard before his eyes.
There surely were some details of the process he did not know.
But he couldn’t care less about them now.
Buzz, buzz buzz!
The modified phone at his waist emitted a faint vibration.
This type of vibration could only be felt with direct contact; otherwise, it was imperceptible, let alone audible. Shrinking back, John took out the phone.
There wasn’t the slightest backlight; he could only read the words on it by moonlight.
*****: You can’t do this!
The hidden name issued a warning to John.
John, with an icy expression, replied—
Tell them!
Tell everyone!
Whoever dares to stop me!
It doesn’t matter who!
I’ll annihilate them all!
Having sent the reply, John put away his phone and picked up the sniper rifle beside him.
...
Emod looked at his house with a dark expression.
Before he left in the afternoon, this house had deservedly been a mansion.
And now?
It was a wreck!
No!
"Wreck" didn’t even begin to describe it!
It should be called... ruins!
Rage mixed with the intent to kill assaulted Emod’s reason.
One must understand, this mansion was not just a symbol of his entry into ’high society.’ It was also one of his secret bases.
Compared to the other bases outside, this one located in the rich district had a natural advantage.
Even those annoying cops wouldn’t casually come here for a check.
Therefore, he had placed many important things here.
Top-notch goods!
And...
The collection!
Just thinking about the latter made Emod’s face grow even darker.
To him, the mansion and those goods were insignificant compared to his collection.
The mansion could be repurchased.
The goods could be found again.
But if those collections were lost...
That would be tantamount to depriving him of his ultimate hope!
This was something that Emod could not accept.
As for the dead subordinates?
Money could buy as many of those goons as you wanted on the streets.
He truly did not care.
Even his so-called top lieutenant, Asa, was no exception.
Just a slightly more useful ’Tool Person,’ that with enough money could also be found elsewhere.
But his collections were different.
Taking a deep breath, Emod gestured to his men around him.
"Dig for me!"
Emod ordered.
Although the ruins before him had basically told him that his collection was doomed, Emod was not yet willing to let go.
None of Emod’s subordinates around him dared to defy their boss. Aside from a team of personal bodyguards, everyone else got to work.
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