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Chapter 1062: Ever heard of the King of the Jungle?

Chapter 1062: Ever heard of the King of the Jungle?

It was a mystery to Elliot how the Sun Organization knew about his whereabouts. His men didn’t even know where exactly he was. Despite the risk of not disclosing where he would be, he still took it. He only told a few people he trusted the most in this operation.

But alas, the Sun Organization still knew which container he was in exactly.

He didn’t want to think about it initially. Or rather, he didn’t have the time to think about it. With all the chaos that was happening, he was just too worried about his men’s well-being. But now, staring at the fire engulfing the cars he was about to get in, a realization struck him.

Just who else was equipped enough to fire a missile rifle in this place right now? The Reapers could be fully equipped, as they had time to prepare for it. The Sun Organization too... and so were the members of the Interpol. With this, it all boiled down to the situation at hand.

Because of the Reapers, the Sun Organization was forced to flee. Many of them died — crushed to death. Although it was true that the said organization took their chances to kill Elliot, the drastic casualties they inflicted proved they had no time at all. The Reapers, on the other hand, were the strongest candidates who could’ve done this.

Who knows? Hera might’ve lost her mind and ordered her men to kill him. But if that was the case, Elliot knew without a shadow of a doubt he would’ve been dead a long time ago. Assassination was the Reaper’s forte. They were infamous for taking down their targets without their target realizing they were even killed.

Which left him with one suspect.

His own men.

They were equipped with fully loaded rifles and even specialized weapons for emergency cases. Unlike the Sun Organization, which received a mountain of casualties, the Reapers didn’t deliberately attack the members of the Interpol. Maybe some of them got hurt, but that was because this was a battlefield. The Interpol’s forces were almost fully intact.

Meaning... the ones who targeted him, which resulted in Ram taking the bullet for him, and that explosion was caused by his own people. It was the Interpol’s doing.

"Hah..." Elliot breathed out a jagged breath as realization struck him stronger than that explosion.

"Ugh! Ah!!"

Elliot snapped and turned his head to Ram, who was screaming through his gritted teeth. He shunned everything in his mind, crawling to Ram until he was kneeling beside him.

"Ram!" he yelled, grabbing Ram’s shoulder and pushing him until the latter was lying on his side. Blood covered his entire back and the floor he laid. "The bullet moved inside because of the fall!"

Elliot panicked, placing a hand on Ram’s back to put pressure on it. He then glared at Ram’s assistant, who was kneeling across from him.

"We got to take him elsewhere!" Elliot shouted. "Come on!"

Ram’s assistant and Elliot wasted no time as they grabbed Ram’s arms. The man was still grunting in pain, but taking him away from this place was the priority. Soon, the ones who were also thrown away quickly recovered and rushed to their boss.

"He’s losing too much blood!" said one of the bodyguards.

"Behind the container!"

"The office!"

They shouted one after another, telling each other which was the nearest hiding spot from their position. Since their car exploded, they knew they couldn’t leave the area as soon as possible. All they could do was hide for now and make sure Ram wouldn’t get another hit.

"I’ll take cover!" one of the bodyguards shouted, taking out his rifle and firing it in every direction.

A gunfight was ensuing, but no one was around. It was more of a battle of the snipers. Thus, the bodyguard simply took their chances.

"Hey!"

Suddenly, as Ram’s group tried to drag him to somewhere safe, they heard an irritated and highly emotional voice from somewhere.

"Hey!"

One of the bodyguards turned his head, only to see Primo marching in their direction. He was about to shoot down Primo, but then realized Primo was shooting randomly except in their direction.

"Hey!" Primo pressed his ear as he came closer to the group. "Fuck! If you can hear me, just say so! Your old folk is shot!"

The bodyguards halted for a moment, eyes on Primo. Soon, they realized he wasn’t calling for them, but he was trying to get whoever the other person on the line was.

"I damn fucking know that! Cover for us!" Primo sassed and jogged faster until he reached the group. He pointed at Elliot and screamed, "I’m going to behead all your people and serve them to the Interpol for dinner."

Elliot’s expression darkened, familiar with this grumpy man.

"The guys had us covered so —" Primo stopped as he raised his rifle, firing it at the incoming bullet.

When they heard a sharp clang, only did they realize Primo diverted an incoming bullet by shooting it. It was almost worthy to gloat about, if not for the fact that Tiger gave him direct, brief, and detailed instructions about the incoming bullet.

"I’m going to gloat about that later," Primo huffed, facing everyone once more. His eyes fell on the blood dripping from Ram’s black. "Shit, he’s losing too much blood."

He then lifted his eyes to Elliot and then to the rest of the men with them. "Stay here. Don’t move from this very spot."

"What?" Elliot gasped in dismay. Not just him, but everyone looked at Primo as if he had lost his mind.

"You want us to stay in the open?" one of the bodyguards scoffed. "No. Mr. President is shot, and we have to take him somewhere safe."

The bodyguard cast the other a look and nodded as a signal to resume their plans. But just as they took a heavy step, Primo spoke once more.

"There’s no safe place here. Wherever you are, they could just shoot you with another missile rifle again," Primo argued, this time, his tone was firmer. "We can’t protect you if we can’t see you."

"But if they shoot another missile rifle straight at us, you can’t stop it by diverting it with your bullet."

Primo pointed in a direction, making them follow his finger with their gaze. As soon as they did, they had to squint their eyes to notice the black choppers heading into the port.

"See those things over there? Dragging that old folk to and fro will kill him before his injuries would. Someone in one of those choppers has a very good doctor in it. Although he’ll probably rip you all off, he might save him," Primo explained solemnly. "But his chances of survival if you strain his injuries more and accidentally move the bullet inside him lowers at every step. So, make your call."

"I don’t care if he dies, but I advised you to listen to me," he added, his expression darker now. "Ever heard of the King of the Jungle? If you don’t, then you might just hear him roar in a few."

BOOM!

Coincidentally, the second those words rolled out of Primo’s tongue, an explosion erupted in the air. Everyone turned their heads in a direction, only to see one container somewhere in the east wing on fire.

"See?" Primo sneered. "He roared."

And after that, explosion after explosion took place in the port. The fire spread quickly, almost bringing daytime in the middle of the night.