With determined strides, Newton hopped into the forklift, Grinch walking by his side, as they drove the vehicle out of the warehouse and parked it discreetly behind the building. They disembarked and silently made their way to the front of the restaurant, careful not to draw attention.As they reached their vantage point, they peered through the glass windows, their eyes scanning the surroundings. It didn't take long for their keen observation to bear fruit."Look," Grinch whispered, pointing discreetly. "There goes Zach, getting into the car with the manager. It seems they're heading in the same direction as Mrs. Elizabeth."Newton nodded, a sense of satisfaction washing over him. "Good. It means our diversion has worked. Now, while they're focused on Mrs. Elizabeth, we can continue our mission without interference."Grinch's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "This is our chance to dig deeper, to uncover the truth behind their clandestine activities. Let's make the most of it"New

Grinch's grin widened as he realized the man's identity. "That's Mr. Patrick Michael!" he exclaimed. "Remember when you mentioned that you could easily get him if they ever double-crossed us? Well, look who we have here," Grinch remarked, relishing the prospect of confronting their familiar foeNewton rubbed his palms together, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. "And there's another familiar face. That's Mr. Gary Black. He was one of the men I encountered at that VIP table during the wedding party," Newton revealed.With their handkerchiefs covering their faces, Newton and Grinch stealthily slipped into the compound through the low fence. They swiftly took cover behind the truck, ensuring they remained concealed from the men engaged in their secretive discussion. Grinch peered out, confirming the positions of their targets, while Newton maintained a steady aim, his guns trained on different individuals.Emerging from their hiding spot, Newton addressed the bewildered men with a touc

Newton and Grinch, their bodies reclined on plush poolside beds, enjoyed a moment of respite from their demanding lives.The poolside area exuded an aura of luxury and tranquility, with elegant umbrellas providing shade and the soft sound of water cascading from a nearby fountain creating a soothing ambiance. The vibrant greenery of well-manicured plants and colorful blooms added a touch of natural beauty to the surroundings."I think it's time we checked on Kriss and that sly Fox, Patrick. What do you think?" Newton asked, setting his half-empty glass of juice aside and glancing at Grinch, who was engrossed in scrolling on his phone.Grinch looked up, put his phone down, and nodded in agreement. "You're right, Boss. It's been a while, and we need to make sure they're doing alright."Both men rose from their poolside beds, the warm sun casting a golden glow on their sleek dark shades. As they made their way back into the house, a gentle breeze rustled the palm trees around the pool, t

Newton's phone vibrated abruptly on the table, catching both Newton's and Grinch's attention. Curiosity lingered in their gazes as they exchanged glances, wondering about the identity of the caller. Newton suspected that it might be someone with crucial information, given that it was his private line that was being called—a number known to only a select few.Lowering the volume of the TV, Newton shifted his focus to the screen of his phone, which displayed an "unknown" number. With a slight sense of intrigue, he answered the call, activating the loudspeaker so that Grinch could listen in."Mr. Norton, I have learned my lesson and completed the assignment you requested," a voice spoke up, capturing Newton's attention.Interrupting, Newton inquired, "Who is this, and what assignment are you referring to?""It's Arturo," came the chilling response, "and if you recall, you asked me to take care of Mr. Lee for you. Well, consider it done. You can verify it by turning on your television."N

With their phone flashlights serving as their only source of illumination, Newton and Grinch cautiously explored the dark room, revealing an unexpected sight before them. Instead of an evil laboratory, they found themselves standing in what appeared to be an old factory frozen in time.The room was vast, with towering ceilings that disappeared into the darkness. Rays of light from their flashlights cut through the gloom, casting eerie shadows on the decaying machinery that filled the space. Conveyor belts snaked their way through the room, covered in layers of dust and rust, remnants of a bygone era.As they navigated through the maze of metal and abandoned equipment, their footsteps echoed against the concrete floor. The air was heavy with the scent of age, mingled with the faint odor of oil and metal.Desks, chairs, and other remnants of an office environment were scattered haphazardly amidst the machinery. Papers and documents lay strewn across the desks, yellowed and brittle with