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Chapter 1043: Safe place

Chapter 1043: Safe place

Just when the night fell, a small group arrived at the port. The middleman welcomed the people all alone, putting up his biggest smile despite the bruises on his face.

"What happened to your face?" asked Dane’s hitman as soon as he saw the bruises on the other man’s face.

"Ah. I had an altercation with someone," the middleman answered awkwardly. "Don’t worry about it. This is nothing."

"Hah. I hope you took care of him."

"I already did!" the middleman exclaimed. "He’s already at the bottom of the sea."

"Hah." the other man snickered, flicking his finger at one of the men with him.

Without saying a word, the man who received the signal jogged to the container. Two men nodded at each other, opening up the container to check its content. As soon as it opened up, they went inside and searched for their goods underneath the mountain of bananas.

"It’s here," said one man, looking back at the hitman. "All good."

The leader of this group nodded in satisfaction before facing the middleman. The latter cleared his throat, pointing in the direction of the next container. There was nothing noteworthy conversation between them, checking the other containers without saying much.

"Good." The leader nodded in satisfaction, snapping his eyes back to the middleman. "Where’s the last one?"

"It’s on the other side," said the middleman with a shaky voice. "The shipment for that good is supposed to be shipped out separately."

"I heard." The hitman rocked his head.

Normally, this man Dane sent wasn’t in charge of the shipments. He was Dane’s hitman. His only role in the organization was to deal with anyone who posed a threat or was a potential threat to the organization. Katherine usually played this role, but the woman was dead. Murdered in cold blood.

"Lead the way," said the hitman, jerking his chin to their middleman.

"Ye — yes." The middleman stuttered, earning a snicker from the hitman.

The hitman heard about the middleman, but this man was more cowardly than he thought. That bruise on the former’s face looked bad. It was almost impossible to think he won the altercation without any help. That didn’t matter, though.

The middleman ushered the group to the location of the fifth container. When they reached their destination, the middleman stepped to the side as he faced the hitman.

"This — this is it." The middleman stuttered more terribly this time, pointing at the container with a shaky finger. "That’s where the premium goods were."

The hitman arched a brow, assessing the middleman’s pale expression. "Now that I think about it, you looked nervous."

"Huh?"

"Why?" the hitman cocked his head to the side. "Earlier, I thought you were just intimidated by me. But now, you look even more scared."

"I — I — I’m not," the middleman stuttered in denial. "I’m sorry. I was just spooked."

"Spooked?"

"Mhm." The middleman nodded.

"And why is that?"

"Uhm." The middleman clasped his hands tightly, controlling the involuntary shudder in his body. "It’s the drugs. I haven’t had one since the preparation for the shipments. The demand was high and everyone was on high alert."

"Oh." The hitman nodded. "Are you scared that the Interpol will catch up to you soon?"

"Ah?"

The hitman chuckled. "You’ve probably heard that our farm was raided not long ago. It won’t take long before you get tangled by it."

"Ye — yes." The middleman looked down. "That’s right."

That was his initial worry not long ago. However, right now, they — especially Dimitri — had a much bigger problem than the authorities. Interpol might agree to negotiations if they willingly cooperated to give out the entire ring of organ traders.

Not that demoness who crawled out of hell.

Hera was not after justice or benefits. She wasn’t even after revenge... or what so, what she said. And just that fact alone was mortifying enough because negotiations were off the table. It was either she died or them.

"Haha!" The hitman shook his head, snapping his eyes at the last container. "Don’t worry. Dimitri said he won’t let that happen to you."

The middleman’s eyes shook as he looked at the hitman blankly. "Huh?"

"Dimitri said he won’t let the Interpol touch you or catch you." The hitman nodded reassuringly, almost giving the man some sliver of hope to hold on to. "So rest assured."

"Really?"

"Of course. You’ve been a part of this business and a key role in all the transactions. If not for you and your expertise, this business wouldn’t run so smoothly." The hitman glanced at the container. "You can go now."

The middleman looked at the hitman in confusion. "Won’t you going to check it first?"

"There’s no need." The hitman waved dismissively. "The first four showed that everything is good. And you don’t have a lot of time. Go to this address. My colleague will be waiting for you there to transfer you to a much safer place."

The hitman took out a piece of paper in his pockets, clipping it in between his index and middle fingers. The middleman darted his eyes between the man’s eyes and the folded paper in between his fingers.

"Thank you," the middleman breathed out in relief. "I didn’t know the boss would appreciate all my efforts and hard work."

"You make him sound like a bad man."

"That’s not my intention."

"Whatever." The hitman waved dismissively. "Go now. The Interpol has been on the move, so you better start moving as well."

"Ye — yes!" the middleman nodded profusely, turning his back on the hitman. Just as he stepped forward, he glanced at the container one last time. His eyes burned with determination before he resumed his steps.

"Oh, right!" The hitman spoke, stopping the other man. "There’s something I forgot."

"Huh?" The middleman looked back, confused. "What is it?"

"You should also take these with you." The hitman swiftly pulled up his gun and shot the middleman three times in the chest. The latter’s body immediately fell on the concrete ground with a violent thud. The folded paper creased in between the man’s grip, showing what was inside the folded paper was nothing.

The hitman shook his head and sighed, almost chuckling afterward.

"Heh," the hitman smirked as he put down his gun. "Now, the Interpol won’t be able to catch you because you’re in a safer place."

He then cast his men an arrogant look. "Check the container and proceed with the shipment. Dimitri wants them quick."

"Yes!"

With that being said, the men rushed to the container to check its content. The hitman, on the other hand, had already turned around to leave. He was already sure the goods were there, and that there was no need to waste more time in here.

But alas, as the men opened the container, what they saw wasn’t the commodities they were expecting. Instead, there was only one person inside.

"Fuck," Primo muttered in irritation, holding a machine gun in place. "I thought for a second you won’t check. That scared me."

"Watch out!" was only everyone heard before rounds and rounds of gunfire rang in their ears, gunpowder in the air, and blood on the ground.