The gate of the house at the end of the close was opened to the white van, and the van entered into the compound. Newton, parked nearby, observed the van's arrival and waited for a few minutes before cautiously driving into the close. He parked his car discreetly by the fence, ensuring it remained inconspicuous.Feeling the weight of the task ahead, Newton took a deep breath to steady his nerves. He retrieved his two golden pistols, fit in surpressors and carefully slid them under his jacket.With calculated steps, he ducked below the fence and swiftly made his way to the gate.Standing upright, Newton adjusted his face cap, ensuring his features were partially obscured. He straightened his shirt and wore a serious expression, ready to face whatever awaited him on the other side. Taking one last deep breath, he approached the gate and knocked firmly.The sound of his knocks echoed through the stillness of the compound. Newton waited, his heart pounding in his chest, but there was no
"Tell him you're good," Newton instructed the young man in a hushed tone, his eyes darting between the man on the balcony and the hooded man before him.As the young man opened his mouth to respond, Newton swiftly brought his palm crashing against the side of the man's neck, delivering a powerful blow. The impact silenced him instantly, and he crumpled to the ground, unconscious.Carefully and silently, Newton laid the man on the ground, ensuring no noise would give away their presence. He had to move quickly before anyone else discovered what had transpired.Without wasting time, Newton rushed forward, pressing his back against the entrance door. He took a deep breath, his gun still pointed forward, and swiftly opened the door.Inside the lobby, two men were seated on a couch, completely engrossed in a video game. Oblivious to Newton's presence, they didn't bother to look up or acknowledge him, assuming it was their comrades returning from the gate."So, who was the loser at the gate?
After an hour of driving around Bayfield, they finally came to a stop at the front of the grand and luxurious Nort Hotel. Newton pulled up behind the van and immediately rushed out to the black van where he helped the little Amiyah and her elder sister out. They were worn out and tired after the ordeal they faced in the Bagwells, and it had been an incredibly stressful and exasperating day.Newton hurriedly led the way into the hotel lobby, with the doctor and his family, and the househelp following behind. As they entered, they were greeted by the familiar face of the receptionist, Olivia, who had previously been fired but was reinstated thanks to Newton's intervention.Filled with admiration and utmost respect for Newton, Olivia rushed out from behind the desk and lunged into him in a warm embrace, tears streaming down her eyes. "Thank you so much, Mr. Norton. Without you in my life, I don't know what would have become of me," she muttered tearfully.Newton gently raised her face wi
Newton arrived home that night, greeted by an atmosphere of panic and urgency. His men huddled together in a corner of the compound, engaged in a serious discussion. Curiosity piqued, Newton made his way toward them, eager to understand the cause of the commotion.Peering over their shoulders, Newton discovered Grinch at the center, passionately addressing the group. His words were inaudible at first, but as Newton leaned closer, he caught snippets of the conversation."I've been trying to reach the boss since we left Grove Street, but he hasn't answered or returned any of my calls," Grinch exclaimed, frustration evident in his voice. "None of the men around have any positive information about his whereabouts."A sudden realization hit Newton as he glanced at his phone, noticing the overwhelming number of missed calls. "56 missed calls," the notification flashed on his screen. He had been so consumed by the day's events that he hadn't noticed his phone ringing incessantly.Grinch pause
Newton's alarm jolted him from his sleep, groggily signaling the start of another day. He shuffled to the bathroom and took a bracing cold shower, the icy water helping to shake off the remnants of sleep. Dressed in his red top and black pants, the official uniform of Fat-n-Obis restaurant, Newton made his way downstairs to his private living room.Collapsing onto the sofa, he reached for the remote and switched on the TV, seeking a momentary distraction from the weight of the world. Rubbing his eyes, he glanced at his wristwatch, noting that it was already 8:30 am. Realizing the urgency of the day's tasks, he dialed Grinch's number"Grinch, please bring the bag along by 9 am. We have important work to complete at the restaurant today," Newton requestedOn the other end of the line, Grinch acknowledged the request. "You can count on me, Boss. I'll be there with the bag before 9 am"Satisfied with the response, Newton let the phone drop onto the sofa beside him. He let out a weary sig
As Newton raised his gaze, he found Mrs. Elizabeth's piercing eyes fixed on him. He made his way towards the group, where Mrs. Elizabeth stood, her presence commanding attention. With a graceful gesture, she extended her hand towards Newton."You are Newton, the diligent operator," Mrs. Elizabeth said, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and admiration. "I have had you on my mind. I find you to be an interesting person."Newton smiled humbly, his lips parting slightly but saying nothing in reply. Mrs. Elizabeth observed him closely, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "There it is," Mrs. Elizabeth exclaimed, playfully pointing at Newton's closed lips. "He doesn't say much. Just a few words and a charming smile."Zach, standing nearby, couldn't help but join in with a grin. "That's how he is, Boss. Even his friend, Darmian, is similar."Mrs. Elizabeth's makeup was pronounced, her lips adorned with a vibrant red hue, and her face covered with a layer of white powder and other cosmetics.
Once the truck had disappeared from sight, Newton and Grinch made their way back into the warehouse. Grinch maneuvered the forklift while Newton walked alongside him, their minds focused on the impending final instruction from Zach. The anticipation hung in the air, mingling with a sense of urgency."Now, we wait for Zach to give us the final instruction before making our move," Newton stated, his voice steady as they neared the designated spot. The drums had been dropped in front of the secret office, serving as a tangible reminder of the mysteries that lay behind its closed doors.Minutes ticked by, and yet there was no sign of Zach. Newton glanced at his watch, weighing the options before them. The minutes turned into a decision. "You know what, Grinch? If we had entered ten minutes ago, we'd have been out by now. Zach may not come," he suggested, his eyes fixed on the door, his mind racing with possibilities.As their conversation unfolded, Zach appeared at the far entrance of t
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
The cheerful laughter of students filtering through the air and the soft, melodic chirping of birds in the nearby trees created a serene and calm atmosphere at Bayfield College.For some, these sounds were a mockery of the distinct surge of emotion they felt as they glanced over their grade sheets, which were posted on the large wall in the center of the school."Thank you so much for everything you've done for me," a voice whispered next to Newton as he traced his finger along the rows.Glancing down, he returned a warm smile to the small figure with large brown eyes who stood beside him with a cheerful demeanor.He shifted his attention to the results sheets, "How were your results?" He asked.Allison Cornor hastily reached into her purse, unable to contain the broad grin that spread across her face. "Here, take a look, Newt." She handed Newton her phone, her eyes locked with his, a broad smile on her lips.Taking the phone from Allison, Newton glanced at the screen, his smile widen
To Newton's astonishment, the men in black masks fell lifeless before him, their once threatening presence reduced to mere corpses. Only Robert, Grinch, and Mrs. Elizabeth remained, fear etched on their faces.Startled, Grinch and Robert turned to see a figure with dreadlocks approaching, guns aimed directly at them. It was Drax, the man who had caused Newton so much pain and loss."Grinch, you fool. I knew you were up to no good the moment I laid my eyes on you," Drax's gruff voice boomed through the room, his gaze fixed on the trio of traitors.Confusion filled the air as Grinch questioned Drax, "What's going on, Drax? I thought you hated Mr. Norton too."Drax let out a booming laugh, finding Grinch's statement absurd. "Hate? How could I hate my Father? That man gave me a life I never had. Even you, he provided for you, but look at what you've become. You've fallen so far."Newton's mind reeled, the revelation turning his world upside down. "You killed my father, you devil! What are
The leader of the group, a diminutive figure, stepped forward, his voice laced with authority. "Newton, raise your hands where I can see them," he commanded. It was the same individual who had fled the gunfight earlier, with the Beanies in pursuit.Surprise mingled with confusion on Newton's face as he processed the situation. "How do you know my name?" he asked, his voice tinged with astonishment.Newton's gaze darted around, taking in the sight of his men, weariness etched on their faces as they stood with their hands raised in surrender. Their eyes pleaded with him, seeking guidance and a way out of this perilous predicament.The shockwaves of betrayal reverberated through Newton's being as Grinch, his trusted security leader and friend, stepped away from his side and aligned himself with the enemy. Confusion and disbelief etched deep lines on Newton's face as he stared at Grinch, his voice trembling with a mix of surprise and hurt. "What's going on, Grinch? What do you think you'r
As they approached the remnants of the factory, a scene of desolation greeted them. The charred remains of the once-thriving establishment stood as a testament to the destructive power that had befallen it. dust wisped from the ruins, carrying memories of a fiery past.In the dimly lit expanse of the factory, Willis stood at the far end, his frantic waves beckoning Newton and the team to join him. Newton quickened his pace, followed closely by Grinch and the rest of the team. As they reached Willis, they found him standing over the remnants of a destroyed gas cylinder, the charred metal a stark reminder of the fire that had consumed the area."This looks like the cause of the fire here, boss," Willis exclaimed, his voice tinged with urgency.Newton's eyes scanned the scene, memories resurfacing of their previous visit when they had investigated the Bagwells' altercation in this very place. "Yes, Willis. We have been here before. The fire was caused by a bullet hitting a gas cylinder,
With cautious steps, Newton and his men navigated the desolate ruins of what was once a thriving warehouse. The echoes of their movements mingled with the scent of smoke and dust, creating an eerie atmosphere.The small secured office stood before them, its walls scorched and crumbling from the devastating explosion. Newton's kick sent the door crashing to the ground, his eyes darting around the charred remains of the office.Grinch chuckled softly at the sight. "There goes their precious secured door," he remarked, his voice laced with a hint of satisfaction.As they entered the room, Newton's gaze shifted upward, only to find a void where the roof and air vent had once been. The blast had obliterated any trace of the trigger mechanism that would grant them access to the secret door below."How do we get down there?" Newton voiced his frustration, unsure of the next step without the means to unlock the door.One of Newton's men, his M4 rifle gripped firmly, inquired about the door's w
"Grinch, instruct the men to turn around. We're heading back home. This is not our fight," Newton firmly instructed.Grinch shifted his gaze to Newton, his expression conflicted. "I could have advised that we stay a bit longer and see who wins. Then we could annihilate the winning side since they would have been weakened."Newton shook his head, his voice resolute. "No. Instruct the men to turn around, Grinch. We're heading back!"Just as Newton spoke those words, Arturo emerged from the chaos, boldly walking toward Newton's side, showing no concern for the gunfire erupting around him from the Bagwells' side."Look at that devil!" Grinch yelled, unable to contain his anger and frustration. Before Newton could react, Grinch extended his gun from the window and fired at Arturo. The shot hit Arturo's chest, but it seemed to have little effect on him. With a wicked grin, Arturo retaliated, releasing a hail of bullets toward Newton's entourage, drawing other Beanies into the firefight.Duc
Newton lay on his bed, his eyes wide open as he stared at the exquisite chandelier that hung high in the ceiling, casting a warm glow across his room. The intricate patterns of light danced before his gaze, but his mind was preoccupied with the events that had unfolded since he became the leader of the Angels mob.Thoughts raced through Newton's mind, flashing like fragments of a vivid dream. Memories of his encounters with danger, the loss of Mr. Alfred, the battles with rival factions such as the Lees, Beanies, and Bagwells, all played out in his thoughts. Each experience had tested his mettle and forged him into a stronger and more resilient leader.As his mind meandered through the labyrinth of his memories, one question nagged at him, refusing to be silenced. "Why did Harris die? Who was responsible for his untimely demise?" Newton pondered aloud, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and frustration. The loss of his classmate still weighed heavily on his heart.A name surfac
Excitement filled the room as Newton and Grinch marveled at the key in Newton's hand. Newton swung the necklace back and forth, the key dangling from it, catching the light. Grinch couldn't contain his enthusiasm and quickly stood up from the sofa to join Newton."Guess what I've found, Grinch?" Newton asked, a wide grin spreading across his face.Grinch gasped in anticipation, his eyes widening. "Is that what I think it is?" He leaned closer to examine the key. "It's a key to the box?" he exclaimed, barely containing his excitement.Newton nodded, his smile growing even broader. "Wills never lies. He was right to trust Mr. Anon. The key was indeed with the Cornor family," he confirmed.Taking the key from Newton's hand, Grinch carefully inspected it, marveling at its intricate details. "How much did you have to pay for this piece?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.Newton maintained his warm smile, his gaze fixed on the key. "I didn't have to pay much for it. Just a small token of ap
Allison raised her gaze to meet Newton's, her expression perplexed. "Everyone knows, Newton. How did you not know? And why is it such a big deal?"Newton's attention was drawn to a tightly strung piece around Allison's neck. His curiosity piqued, his eyes widened in surprise. "May I see your necklace?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of urgency and intrigue.Allison, unsure of what to make of Newton's sudden shift in behavior, hesitated but eventually acquiesced. She carefully unclasped the necklace and placed it in Newton's hands.Newton's eyes widened in shock as he held the necklace—it was a key, the exact same type he had retrieved from the Lees. The realization sent a jolt of excitement through him, mingled with a sense of apprehension."How long have you had this?" Newton asked, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and urgency, as he held the key in his hand.Allison, still trying to process the unexpected turn of events, replied, "It belonged to my grandfather. It was