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Once the infuriated man reached for the firearms on the table, he turned around and was about to leave the place.
“Hold it right there! Where are you going?” Zeke yelled.
“I shall go after Chris to get revenge!” Mr. Collins replied.
“No! You’re not allowed to go after Chris for the time being because, as of now, we don’t have enough evidence to
prove that he’s the one who has murdered them. If he’s killed, he’ll die an honorable death as the messiah of
Eurasia, whereas you’ll be the target of a witch-hunt. Perhaps they’ll consider you as a traitor of Eurasia.”
“Does that mean we’re going to let the murderer off the hook?” -Mr. Collins was on the verge of losing his cool- “I...
I can’t possibly allow my fellow comrades to die in vain!”
“Since I have promised you to avenge you and your comrades, I will never go against my words. I won’t give up and
will personally follow up with the investigation from now onwards,” Zeke reassured Mr. Collins.
Finally, Mr. Collins returned to his usual calm and collected self. “Alright. I have faith in you. What are you going to
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Zeke shared his upcoming plan with Mr. Collins. “Since the target has shown themselves, I’ll verify if Chris paid a
visit to Devonville during Autumn four years ago. I’ll try to figure out the purpose of his visit back then.”
In the meantime, Connor finally found Chris and handed the few Spirit Stones he had collected over to him.
Chris was delighted and praised Connor, “Great! You have done a splendid job and lived up to my expectations. With
that being said, the amount of Spirit Stones just ain’t quite sufficient.”
Immediately, Connor assured Chris, “Please rest assured, father. Clyde has promised to give me more Spirit Stones
as soon as I finish the batch of titanium bullets he requested for.”
“Huh?” Chris frowned in confusion and asked the moment he heard Connor’s words. “What exactly is Clyde up to
with the titanium bullets?”
“Father, Clyde’s father is the one behind the order,” Connor replied respectfully.
A foreboding thought emerged in Chris’ mind out of the blue because he was certain Ares, Clyde’s father, the God
of War, must have had found the corpses of the mercenaries hidden underneath the mine since the latter had been
stationed to guard the Spirit Stone mine.
As a matter of fact, Chris was the one who had taken out the mercenaries using the titanium bullets back in the
day.
Does that mean Ares is trying to figure out the mastermind behind the incident by comparing the titanium bullets? I
can’t possibly let my guard down; we must exercise caution from now onwards.
“Who’s in charge of the production of the batch of titanium bullets ordered by Ares?” Chris asked Connor.
“I have had Winston in charge of the production,” Connor answered Chris’ queries.
“Get in touch with Winston immediately. Tell him to produce a second-rate version of titanium bullets and alter the
shapes of the bullets, so it varies from the ones that have been produced back in the day. I want to confuse others
and deceive them that the bullets have been produced by two different producers,” Chris instructed Connor.
“Why?” Connor asked because he was utterly confused.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNaturally, Chris wouldn’t enlighten Connor with the rationale behind his actions.
In return, he instructed callously, “That’s none of your business. Your only task is to get in touch with him
immediately.”
“Yes, father.” Connor immediately got in touch with Winston as he was instructed.
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Meanwhile, Zeke was about to leave with Mr. Collins, but all of a sudden, Winston received a call from Connor.
“Pick it up and pretend as though we aren’t by your side,” Zeke paused and instructed Winston in a serious tone.
As a countermeasure, Mr. Collins took aim at Winston with the gun he had with him.
Winston took a deep breath and tried his best to pull himself together before picking up the call.
Once the call got through, Connor asked, “Winston, what’s the progress of the production of the new batch of
bullets?”
“Currently, one-third of the order has been completed,” Winston replied.
Immediately, Connor instructed, “Destroy the completed bullets and reproduce them. You have to alter the shapes
of the bullet and produce a different version of titanium bullets. We can’t allow others to realize you’re the one who
has been producing the bullets all along.”
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