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Yellow Sulphur of Hell

Later that night, they drove to the Yellow Sulphur company. Steven was tense, but he maintained his cool. The company didn’t produce Yellow Sulphur as it implied. They just had a perfume named that.

“How creative.” He thought with sarcasm. Who would buy a perfume with that name? Everyone knew they didn’t open the company to sell it. They just wanted to cover up their crimes pretending to be a perfume company.

The driver, who was one of the mafias, stopped them at the checkpoint and they were questioned.

“What do you want?” One of the guards asked, waving his gun at them.

“We are here to deliver Blue Pills.” Steven said.

“What supplier?”

Steven was silent. Rica didn’t tell him about any supplier.

“Tell him Castlone.” He heard her faint voice through his ear pod.

“Did you hear my question?” The guard asked in anger.

“No,” Steven lied. “What did you ask again?”

“I asked who your supplier is. If you have no response, step out of the car.”

“Sorry, you didn’t speak loud.” he rolled h
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