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Chapter 1045: Twenty and counting

Chapter 1045: Twenty and counting

[Interpol]

"How many?" Elliot inquired on the phone, staring at the board full of pictures and key information about the organ trades he had been following for years.

"Twenty..." said the man on the other end of the line. "... and counting."

"That’s not all," Elliot replied. "Find where the rest of the members of the Scorpion are. If they’re not dead, they probably fled."

"Yes —" the person on the other end of the line suddenly halted. He looked at his comrade rushing to him, reporting another of their finding in the port. He nodded and then refocused his attention on the phone. "They found children. At least two dozen of them. We assumed they were the commodities to be shipped out tonight."

Deep lines appeared between Elliot’s brows, glancing at his phone for a second. "Take care of the victims. Notify me if there’s more development in the case. And find out if there were containers that had drugs and arms."

"Yes, sir."

With that being said, Elliot hung up the call. Keeping the phone in his hand, he rested his knuckles on his hips, eyes on the board before him.

"She really is back," he murmured, taking a photo on the long table behind him and pasting it on the board. Looking at it, his expression turned darker.

In the past, Interpol also handled cases of organ trade, as it was just as huge as drugs. Though it was much more inhumane. What he could remember aside was that some of their biggest operations went all for naught because of one group. Before they could even move, the ringleader of an organ trader was already dead, and the business was already taken care of.

It was why Elliot couldn’t believe when rumors about the Reapers had started circulating in the underground. After all, he knew who had taken care of those people in the past and that Interpol did nothing aside from cleaning up the mess they left behind.

"It’s the same as before," he muttered, shaking his head. "Where are they now?"

A glint flickered across Elliot’s eyes as he pondered. He was called back after hearing about the situation in the port. To be exact, the bodies lying around the port after it was reported by one of the workers in the area.

There were only twenty confirmed bodies, and they had already been ID’ed by the system. All of them were on the list the Interpol had except the middleman.

"Dimitri," he whispered, narrowing his eyes.

After a second, Elliot raised his phone and dialed a number.

"It’s me," he said as soon as it was picked up. "Stay on standby and when the containers arrive, do not approach it. Its contents might not be something we want to see firsthand."

"Yes."

After hearing his agent’s response, Elliot hung up and made another phone call. This time, the call rang a few times. It was only picked up on the last ring.

"It’s me," he said solemnly. "Is it you?"

"My boss is busy."

The voice from the other end of the line didn’t sound anything like Dominic. However, Elliot recognized that voice.

"Bernard Gambone," he called. "Where are you?"

"I cannot disclose that."

"I see." Elliot rocked his head in understanding. "If you were in a place I guessed you were, then I’m going to give you a head-up."

Elliot shouldn’t be doing this, considering his partnership with Dominic was mostly ’personal.’ He could be breaking the law by disclosing some information on the developments of the situation. However, at the end of the day, he still felt responsible for Dominic’s life. Even though the man seemed to have a death wish.

"I think Hera Cruel is headed in your direction," he confessed solemnly. "If you’re not prepared, then I advise you to postpone your plans."

There was a long silence in the line before Elliot heard Bear say, "Too late," and then he hung up.

Elliot looked at his phone with dismay. However, he could only sigh. He did his part. It was on Dominic if he truly wanted to die and proceed with his plans. Or listen to him and retreat.

"I wonder... just what did Hera Cruel have done to him for him to want her attention?" he wondered, snapping his eyes on the board in front of him. He set his eyes on the newly pasted photo he added just now. It was Hera’s only photo in their system.

"Now, she’s back in the picture."

*******

Meanwhile, in the cargo ship in the middle of the sea...

Hera sat on top of the containers in the ship, all alone. She had her eyes on the vast sea ahead, letting her men take care of the crew members.

"There you are!" Tiger remarked as soon as he saw her on top of the container. "Hey!"

Hera didn’t answer, forcing Tiger to climb his way up to her. When he reached the other container near her, he marched in her direction without fear of getting blown away by the harsh wind.

"We’ve taken care of everyone," he said, plopping his butt down next to her. "And apparently, it’ll take us four or five days at the latest to reach our destination. That is us going straight without stopping."

"That’s a lot of time for Dimitri to flee."

"We can still go by the chopper."

Hera didn’t answer immediately and when she spoke again, her question was different from their initial topic. "Did you find out if the crew knows what they had been loading on their ships?"

"Yeah." Tiger leaned back, resting his hand on either side of him. "There’s one who knows about the containers. I already took care of him. But the rest? This ship’s crew is just a bunch of lousy seafarers. So, they got no idea they’d been smuggling drugs, arms, and people."

Hera let out a short ’huh,’ but was not surprised by it. After doing this many times in the past, she was aware many lousy people were getting involved in illegal dealings without them knowing.

"What are we going to do now?" he asked. "Dimitri could’ve been given a heads-up about the container. He will flee before we reach the docking area."

"It’s okay," Hera replied quietly. "Catching him is not our goal. All we plan is to let him know who’s after him, and if he heard about it, we already reached our goal."

"Well, I guess Dominic will take care of him." Tiger rocked his head, keeping his eyes on her side profile. "Do you want to see him? Is that why we boarded the ship?"

"Just a glimpse, maybe?" she shrugged. "Though I’m not hopeful he would be there."

"How can you be so sure?"

"If Dimitri fled, Dom would follow."

"Then, who are you expecting to meet in the port?"

"Ram," she whispered, moving her gaze to look back at him. "I think it’s time for me to talk to him."