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Chapter 1048: Buy me a coffee

Chapter 1048: Buy me a coffee

Ram’s expression turned darker by the second, watching armed men approach the container Elliot was in. He clasped his binoculars tightly, putting it down as he cast one of his men a look.

"Back Elliot up," he ordered. "Make sure he doesn’t die."

"Yes."

The man standing not far away from Ram lowered his head down. He didn’t waste a breath, facing some of his men and signaling them about the order. Since Ram already placed people around for safety measures, all they had to do was give out the order.

Ram, on the other hand, clenched his teeth tightly.

’There’s only a selected few who knew Elliot’s whereabouts,’he thought. Even some of their men in this operation didn’t know where Elliot would be. All they knew was that their boss would be with them, but not his exact location.

Therefore, how could the Sun Organization find out where Elliot was?

Someone must have leaked it.

"I knew it," he huffed. "Dimitri’s arrogance stems from his connections."

A glint flickered across Ram’s eyes as he kept his eyes in the same direction. His jaw tightened as his teeth clenched. When he turned around, he faced his people once again.

"We’re going in," he ordered. "We can’t let him die."

Elliot was the only person in the Interpol whom Ram could trust. He was the only person who was courageous enough to uncover the lies weaved in the name of justice. The only one who would risk it all to clean up this government agency.

He couldn’t die, especially since Ram and Elliot shared a common enemy.

If Elliot died, all hell would break loose. Hera’s enemies, whom Elliot had been holding back, wouldn’t have any reason to hide their evil agendas. Elliot would play a key role in settling some important matters.

With that thought in mind, Ram, who was supposed to stay on standby and give reinforcements if needed, fled his post to enter the scene.

*****

Elliot drew another deep breath as he held his gun in place. He motioned his other hand, signaling the people with them to find cover. Fortunately, they had brought enough equipment with them to use as shields.

"Don’t open fire until they open the door," he remarked. "They won’t shoot us until those containers would —"

BANG BANG BANG!

Just before Elliot could finish his sentence, the people surrounding the container showered it with bullets. They proved him wrong. He initially believed the Sun Organization wouldn’t open fire before the containers were all unloaded. But it seemed the said organization didn’t have much patience.

Elliot jumped behind the barricade, which they put up a moment before the shooting. All of them hid behind it, unable to do anything but listen to the endless rounds of gunfire hitting the container. By the sound of it, all of them could tell they were using a heavy machine gun that could penetrate the thick metal walls. Which also showed these people wanted them dead.

’Tch.’Elliot clicked his tongue irritably. ’It seems securing the shipments wasn’t their only goal tonight.’

"Boss, are you okay?" someone who was connected to Elliot’s earpiece inquired.

"I need backup! We’re busted!" Elliot yelled. "The rest will proceed as planned."

Some of the Sniper Squad panicked as they hurriedly packed their things to move to another location. Others stayed in their post.

"Boss, where are you? Give me your coordinates!"

"The Suns are highjacking the ship!"

"They’re making their move! Target’s entering the ship."

"Oh, no. They found me!"

Different voices rang in Elliot’s earpiece. Some of them were telling him about the development of the operation. Others were telling him they would back him up. There were a few who were asking for his orders, and the rest were simply asking for coordinates.

It was chaos and everything felt disorganized in a blink of an eye.

"Stay on standby!" Elliot ordered after another heavy breath, eyes shut. When he reopened his eyes, a glint flickered across his eyes.

At that moment, he couldn’t trust anybody. If their targets found out his location, that only meant someone leaked it. Not all these people were on his side, nor they were on the side of justice.

"Stick to the plan," he remarked. "Sniper Squad, keep your targets in your scope. Don’t let them get away! Those who are busted — retreat if you’re outnumbered!"

Elliot then took out his earpiece, cocking his pistol aggressively. He looked at the people around him, earning a stern nod from them. They already held their weapons, understanding that they only had themselves for now.

"I’m sorry," Elliot let out a weary chuckle. "We’re on our own for now."

"Don’t worry about it, boss," One of his men reassured. "Asking for more backup might just backfire."

Elliot looked around at the people with him, hoping all of them could get out of there alive. This was a diversion, and he knew it. By targeting him, it caused big ripples in their formation. Those who truly cared for Elliot would surely prioritize his safety, even at the cost of losing the shipments.

Elliot couldn’t allow that.

They had been following this case for years and this would be their biggest leap to catch the ring of organ traders, drug lords, arms smugglers for terrorists, and everyone under their payrolls.

’Even if I had to put everything on the line,’ he mentally convinced himself, putting his hand over the barricade with his pistol in it. ’I’m not going home empty-handed.’

******

BANG BANG BANG!

The crew members who were securing the harness around the containers flinched at the sound of gunfire. When they looked, they caught men rushing to them with their rifles pointed at them. The crew members immediately raised their hands in surrender.

One of the crew members froze on the spot when the armed man reached him. The latter grabbed his collar, pressing the muzzle on his forehead.

"Please don’t kill me!" said the crew member in a shaky voice.

"If you don’t want to die, then listen to me!" the armed man growled, pressing the muzzle harder against the crew member’s forehead. "Tell your captain these containers won’t move anywhere and prepare to depart. You’re going to ship them elsewhere."

"Uh —"

"Now!"

"Ye — yes!" the crew member kept his head low, hands trembling as he reached for his walkie-talkie. "Captain..."

The crew member glanced at the man who still had him at gunpoint. Despite his messy long hair going past his eyes and covering half of his face, he could see the murderous intent of the armed man.

"Some men got in the ship and are holding us at gunpoint," the crew member’s voice shook even harder. "They said not to drop off the deliveries."

There was a moment of silence in the line before they heard a voice from the walkie-talkie.

"Heh." A snicker came from the walkie-talkie before they heard the ’captain’ say, "Tell him if they want to stop me, then they should go and buy me a coffee. It’s freezing out here."

The armed man furrowed his brows, only to see the crew member smirked.

"You heard him," said the crew member before he swiftly raised his elbow, hitting the man under his chin. In a blink of an eye, the crew member disarmed the man and forced him down to his knees. "Ah, goodness."

The crew member ran his fingers through his messy hair back, revealing a pair of menacing eyes. Tiger smiled as he held the gun in between the man’s brows. He held the walkie-talkie near the side of his mouth, eyes on the man before him.

"Captain, the harnesses are secured. The container is ready to go."

"Roger that!" Primo, who was acting as the master of the deck crew, cheered. "Here we go!"

The container slowly ascended, forcing those who were on the ship to move away. The "crew members" already disarmed everyone who intruded on the ship, holding them hostage as they watched the container slowly float. Even those who intruded on the ship could only watch the container ascend, gulping as it stopped midair.

The specialized cranes that were holding the container stretched toward the port, but instead of placing it on the conveyor belt or waiting trucks, it moved in a slow, circular motion mid-air. All those in the port (Sun Organization and Interpol) stopped as they looked at the container hovering over the port, moving in a circle.

Uh oh.

They won’t just going to drop that anywhere, would they?