Chapter 547
Jackson and Adonis didn’t say a word. They quietly signaled their crew to hand over all their weapons to X Organization, no arguments, no fuss. Being unarmed didn’t bother them one bit. If things went south, it definitely wouldn’t be N Organization that ended up losing.
“Let them through.” Once the guards made sure every last weapon was collected, they waved the cars forward and radioed Hans.
“N Organization is in the control zone.”
“Got it.” Hans frowned, looking genuinely confused. The whole point of asking for their guns at the door was to put N Organization in their place a little, maybe shake them up. But these guys? They just gave in, no problem.
That wasn’t right. Not even close. This was nothing like how N Organization usually
did things.
“Anthony, isn’t it weird how cooperative they’re being? You think they’re up to something?” Hans asked, glancing over at Anthony, who stood by the window, tall and imposing.
This was N Organization, after all. Their boss, “N,” was supposed to be fearless, the kind of person who never played by anyone else’s rules. Why would they just agree to this?
Anthony pressed his lips together, eyes dark and stormy. He was quiet for a second, then said, cool and clipped, “Yeah, something’s off.” They were acting way too easygoing, like none of this even mattered. It didn’t feel like they were here to negotiate. It felt like they were here to take over.
“Tell our people to check everything, twice,” Anthony said, his voice low and rough. He took a drag from his cigarette, then crushed it out in the ashtray.
On the other side of the base, N Organization’s cars rolled into the heart of the compound.
Doors opened. Jackson and Adonis got out first, eyes scanning every corner. When they were sure it was safe, they nodded to the back seat.
“N, it’s clear.” Jackson said it with
confidence. This was supposed et
velbe
be a negotiation, so Anthony wouldn’t dare pulkany dirty tricks Or at least that’s what he hoped.
“Okay.” Charlotte’s answer was barely more than a murmur. She adjusted her mask,
then stepped out of the car, slow and deliberate.
The members of X Organization
stared, stunned. This was the infamous leader of N Organization? She looked so young. Was she even twenty This was the person who led the charge against them, the one who almost wiped them out They’s always pictured N as some old, pot-bellied guy. Not this.
Suddenly, a cold, flat voice echoed from the main hall.
“Boss says only N goes in.”
Everyone from N Organization looked up at once. A man in a military green uniform strode out. Hans.
The second Adonis spotted him, he clenched his jaw, struggling not to lose his temper for what felt like the thousandth time. He wanted to spill the truth so badly.
“This is ridiculous,” he snapped.
“What, are you planning an ambush?” It was bad enough they’d
been stripped of their weapons one
step at
a time. Now they wanted
Charlotte to go in there alone?
“Wait out here.” Charlotte’s voice was flat, her face unreadable. “Have you finished making your demands?”
Hans turned to her, meeting her eyes. For a second, he froze. Her gaze was pitch black and icy, so cold it made his skin crawl.
This was N? Just looking at her sent a chill down his spine. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to go very, very wrong.