Dr Bertha stepped forward, ready to throw a punch at me, but I immediately caught and twisted his arm, along with his other hand."Let go! You can't do this to me, Danzel! You've gone too far!! I will kill that woman before I reunite with my wife and daughter! That's the only thing that keeps me at peace; let go!!"Hearing the man's words, Margaret became even more convinced that she hadn't misheard earlier. Her eyebrows furrowed, feeling like she had heard that name somewhere before, but her ageing mind didn't quite connect the dots."What's going on?!" Anne, who had just entered, asked, seeing me restraining Dr Bertha, who was still struggling to break free."Doctor! What did you call him just now? He's Rupert. Have you taken your medication?" Anne's quick reaction made me realise that Dr Bertha had been calling me by my old name all this time. Fortunately, Anne came to save the situation.Dr Bertha fell silent for a moment before realising his mistake. He pretended to struggle agai
"How did this happen?" a journalist asked Erwin as he exited the Dustown Prison gate to meet them. His cold and expressionless face, along with his tall, muscular build, made him look like a lion. The albatrosses kept their distance."Human error," Erwin replied shortly, but it raised more questions from the journalists."Does that mean this prison is easy to break out of? Should the outside community be worried if prisoners escape and threaten their safety one day?""As long as I'm in charge here, NO. Have you seen a single prisoner successfully escape?""How are the prisoners doing now?""They're all unharmed, and we'll soon rebuild the southern wing to provide them with the proper facilities as mandated by the law.""This is a significant issue during your leadership. Will you step down after this?"Erwin looked at the journalist who asked that while others moved their microphones closer to catch Erwin's response."If there's someone better than me, why not," Erwin finally answered
[I have informed Meha already.]‘Thank God, ask them to leave Dustown temporarily. Contact my helicopter operator to pick them up right now.’[Done.]‘Alright, what should I do now? Where are they taking us?’[Based on their communication and the destination point on the map, you will be taken to an old warehouse on the city's outskirts.]‘Will they harm me and Margareth there, or will they just detain and interrogate us?’[From Elliot's conversation with this lot, he ordered your murder. I will find a way to get you out of here.]‘Choose a secluded location; I don't want many witnesses. I might escape from the crocodile's mouth only to enter the lion's den. It will be harder to leave if people see me helping Margareth escape.’[Sure.][After passing the railroad tracks, this car will turn in five minutes. There are no more residential areas there. You can get off there, and I will request outside assistance to rescue you. There's a discarded firearm in the trash bin.]‘What?’ I asked
"Dan... Wake up, you're so weak," a voice grumbled with concern. I heard it somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness as if my subconscious mind was pulling me closer to surrender to the comfort being offered."Come on, Dan, I can't carry you alone; I have to get back soon. Open your eyes! Open!" Erwin commanded, slapping my cheeks hard. I instantly sat up, blinking.Automatically, I examined my entire body, which appeared to be intact, except for my clothes, which were torn and burned in places.I was inside an abandoned cabin filled with dust."Dan! Focus! I'll leave you here. You know where to go next, right? I have to return to the prison before suspicions arise. Welcome to Operation Dandelion," Erwin patted my shoulder, smiling, I assumed, because he hadn't removed his head cover, probably paranoid about being discovered."Operation Dandelion?" I asked the words lingering in my memory."You can ask the system about it," Erwin replied shortly. His eyes darted around, and
"Stupid!" Elliot cursed on the phone to his subordinate. His heart was filled with rage at the thought of Rupert escaping successfully. How was it possible that, even with the deployment of special forces, he managed to stay alive? It was as if he had multiple lives, like a cat.[He is suspected to have gone to the city of Laiton, Sir; should we pursue him there?]"NO! My dealings could be prolonged if I have to deal with Robert there," Elliot replied, referring to the mayor of Laiton. Their relationship wasn't considered close because the man was relatively young when he took the seat, and their conversations didn't connect well. It could even be said that they tended to end in arguments. Elliot didn't like his arrogance.'And Rupert knew that, so he escaped there? Pretty clever,' thought Elliot.[Alright, Sir. What should we do now?]"Tighten the borders; he will surely come back sooner or later. I don't want to be caught off guard. Make sure he can't safely re-enter my city, especi
After quenching my thirst with Anne, I left the room, smoked, and immediately contacted Gushton. I glanced at Anne, who was sound asleep.[What?] he asked straight away."I know what you have to find; look for the courier carrying the wine bottle. I guess the letter is stored in that bottle's label."[Woah, that's really clever. Okay, your information is super helpful. I'll inform the others to search more precisely.]"Wait, don't! Let them not know; I only told you and Hammam, you guys will be the ones to intercept the package. If Elliot can read our intentions again, our hope of getting that letter is gone into thin air.""Makes sense, okay. Wait for our update," Gushton closed.***"Baby, who are you talking to?" Alex inquired. Earlier, he heard the sweet and teasing voice of his fiancée talking to a man on the phone.Camilla, caught off guard was shocked, and her phone almost slipped from her hand."Baby! Why are you sneaking around?" she yelled playfully, trying to cover up her p
A black minivan trailed the car driven by Gushton from the moment he entered the toll gate. Gushton, who was familiar with the movements of the person following them, signalled to Hammam."We're being followed, bro. Can you get ready?" he asked without looking.Hammam looked back, observing the suspicious car that Gushton had mentioned. Through the front window, he could see people inside carrying firearms, maintaining a constant distance behind their car."Change the car?" Hammam suggested, and Gushton nodded in agreement. Two kilometres ahead, he exited the toll and headed towards the parking lot of an office building. There, they quickly switched cars and asked their associate to secure the package they had entrusted."Place it at the agreed location right now," Gushton ordered, and the person complied. An elderly janitor in the building immediately dropped her cleaning tools, got on a motorcycle, and left the building ahead of them.Hammam and Gushton then left the building in a d
"Your hunters are now lost at sea, trying to survive and evade predators," Gushton reported with a satisfied laugh."Thanks, bro, for your help. But for now, I'll stay here, not sure what Elliot will do next. Can you send that letter to me?""Tsk, you're quite a bother. I already handed it over to Gatsby, as you instructed. I don't want to deal with that disgusting mafia," Gushton refused.I sighed deeply. I entrusted the letter to Gatsby because I knew he was the only criminal untouched by Elliot and Tom. Their businesses often intersect, but with Gatsby's numerous associates, Tom dares not disturb him. At a glance, their businesses are like two opposing factions. Merrick represents the white business, while Gatsby is in the black business. Gatsby deals with illegal activities, drugs, prostitution, and weapons.No, he doesn't want to work under Merrick. He despises Merrick, considering him hypocritical because he knows Merrick's cunning deeds. According