He was just about to examine the label more closely when Zach called out to him. "Mr. Newton, is there a problem?Newton ignored Zach and continued fiddling with the strap of the drum. "Almost fixed, Mr. Zach. I needed to strap it more tightly, to avoid the drum rolling off the pallet."Zach nodded in understanding. "Okay. Good job, Mr. Newton. This is the last cargo for the day, and I must say, I'm impressed by your efficiency. From the moment I gave you this job, you have continued to impress me with the speed and efficiency with which you work. It's good to see people who are very good at what they do"Newton smiled and quickly made his way back to the forklift. "You are too kind, Mr. Zach," he said as he raised the pallet and moved the forklift out of the truck. As he drove toward the warehouse, he couldn't take his eyes off the drum. He couldn't help but wonder what secrets the heavy drum might hold. But for now, his priority was getting the job done without raising suspicions.
It was a quiet morning in the lecture hall, and the students were seated, waiting for their professor to arrive. They knew that today's class was important, as they were just a few weeks away from their final exams.As the clock struck 10:00 am, Professor Farhad walked into the hall, carrying a stack of papers under his arm. He took his place at the front of the room and greeted the class with a warm smile."Good morning, everyone," he said. "I hope you are all doing well."The students responded with a chorus of greetings, and Professor Farhad took a seat behind his desk."Today, I want to talk to you about something very important," he continued. "In just three weeks, you will be taking your final exams, and it's important that you prepare for them properly."The students shifted in their seats, their attention now fully focused on their professor. They knew that their final exams would be a critical factor in determining their grades for the semester, and they wanted to do well."I
As Newton made his way home, he knew that he had a lot of work to do. But before he could start attending to anything, he had to first see Willis.He walked into his private living room in his mansion and sat down on the plush couch. He reached for his phone and pulled up Willis's number."Hey, Willis," Newton said when Willis answered the phone. "I'm free now, you may come over.""Sure thing, Boss," Willis replied. "I'll be over in about an hour.""Great, thanks," Newton said. "I'll see you then."He hung up the phone and leaned back on the couch. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind. He knew that he would have a long day, and would still need to study at night.But for now, he just wanted to relax and clear his head. He sat there for a few minutes, enjoying the peace of his living room, before getting up to make some coffee.As Newton waited for Willis to arrive, his mind kept drifting back to the study group. He knew that he had to help his friend and
Newton and Grinch arrived at work as usual, ready to start another day of moving boxes. However, as they walked towards the warehouse, they were surprised to see Zach, their supervisor, waiting for them."Hey guys," Zach said with a smile. "I wanted to talk to you about yesterday. You did an amazing job with those deliveries. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen anyone work as efficiently as you two did."Newton and Grinch exchanged a look, both feeling a sense of pride at the compliment. Zach continued, "So, I've decided to give you both the day off. Consider it a reward for your hard work."The two men were taken aback by the offer. They had been working hard, and the idea of having an unexpected break was appealing. Newton had other engagements on his mind, like studying for the forthcoming examinations. "Are you serious?" Newton asked.Zach nodded. "Absolutely. You guys deserve it. Take the day off, relax, and come back refreshed tomorrow."Newton and Grinch thanked Zach and he
Newton sat in his usual seat in the lecture hall, his mind wandering as the professor spoke about the upcoming exams. He couldn't help but think about the black box and its potential to grant wishes. He knew he had to find out more, but he couldn't do it alone.As the lecture ended, Robert approached him with a grin on his face."Hey man, you still up for forming a study group?"Newton sighed, knowing that he had agreed to it the day before but was still reluctant. He didn't want to be responsible for anyone else's success or failure."Yeah, sure. When were you thinking of meeting?" "Have you forgotten? We agreed to make it today after classes?" Robert askedNewton nodded his agreement before shifting his attention to the lectures.After the lecture ended, Allison and her friend, Tonya, approached Newton and asked if he could spare thirty minutes of his time to teach them Quantum Mechanics. Newton, who was still feeling uneasy about forming a study group with Robert, was reluctant to
Newton entered the Mozart Mall, the epitome of opulence and luxury. As he strolled through the pristine aisles, he couldn't help but notice the glances and judgmental looks directed his way. He was dressed in a simple white top and black pants, a far cry from the extravagant attire worn by most of the shoppers in the mall.Undeterred by the judgment, Newton made his way to the upscale grocery section. He had a specific mission in mind - to get the groceries for Dr. Sergey, the man he was protecting from people who wanted to take his life.Newton carefully selected the items on his grocery list, ensuring that he picked the freshest produce and the highest quality products. As he approached the cashier, he noticed a flicker of surprise in her eyes as she glanced at his modest attire.Newton handed his metal card to the cashier to make the payment. She hesitated for a moment before taking the card, her demeanor shifting as she realized her prejudice.She realized that the owner of the met
The Doctor stood and put his hands on his head. "I just want to leave this place!" He shouted, tears falling from his eyes. "If I stay here one more day, I swear I will go mad!"Newton sighed. It seemed he was more interested in the Doc's safety than the Doc was.Newton stood up and put a hand on the doctor's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Dr. Sergey." He spoke calmly. "Your family has no say in this matter, they don't realize the danger you would put them in by visiting them. But on behalf of these innocent little girls, I beg you to stay just one more week, and I promise to take you and your family somewhere safe.""No! Dr. Sergey shouted, his mind going crazy with emotion. "I won't stay here another day. Just keep me in jail, turn me over to the police. At least I'll have more freedom than this little room you're keeping me in!"Newton sighed. "I may have to keep you here without your consent. I owe it to those innocent children you put in danger by listening to those devils."The doctor gra
"What do I do with Mr. Patrick, Boss?" Newton's voice rang out with a tinge of concern as he held his phone to his ear. On the other end of the line, Mr. Gregory's voice came through with a mixture of urgency and confusion.Newton stood in his private study, surrounded by shelves filled with books on various subjects. His gaze drifted to the window, the view of the sprawling cityscape serving as a backdrop to his conversation.Mr. Gregory, one of his mob leaders, was the person Newton put in charge of keeping Mr. Patrick, an arms dealer, safe. Newton relied on his sound but no-nonsense judgment to handle the man, but it seemed an unexpected situation had arisen.Newton cleared his throat before responding, his voice calm and composed. "Tell me, Mr. Gregory, what's the issue with Mr. Patrick?"There was a brief pause before Mr. Gregory continued, his voice laced with frustration. "Well, Boss, it appears that what he said about his people coming to rescue him was true. I received a threa
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