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Clyde felt a sense of hope sparked inside him, “I wish to live. Please, I beg you, spare my life.
“Sure, only if you help me with something.” Zeke replied.
“Alright, what do you wish for me to help you with?” Clyde nodded hurriedly.
“Let me ask you this. You and Connor made a deal, right?” Zeke questioned.
“Yes, that’s correct.” Clyde nodded.
“Connor had misunderstood that the Spirit Stone mine was guarded by Ares, my father.”
“He had intended to give the third military factory to me in exchange for some Spirit Stones from my father.”
Zeke suddenly seemed to remember something. He coldly laughed, “Was that all?”
“Using Benjamin as bait that time to lure me out to the crossroads to be assassinated by a sniper? Were you behind
it?”
Clyde’s face had turned white in an instant hearing that.
“I will be frank. I know I may have said this before- that if Connor managed to kill you, I would give him the Spirit
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“But that attack was solely Connor’s idea. I had no part in it.”
No wonder Connor failed.
His opponent was a King Class Expert. Not even ten Connors would be able to match him.
“For that incident, I’ll make you pay another time.”
“Now, you will help me with something. Once you’re done, I will spare your life.”
“I promise. I’ll do anything.” Clyde pleaded.
“I heard that Connor’s henchmen have acquired a group of weapon experts who can produce all kinds of automatic
weapons,” Zeke stated.
“You will have him produce a batch of titanium bullets for me, and they’d best be of the millimeter grade.”
Clyde shot an uneasy look at him, “This... I can only try my best.”
“The truth is, Connor had been coaxing me to give him the Spirit Stones.”
“If I don’t give him the Spirit Stones, Connor will surely get suspicious and doubt that my father is really a King Class
Expert.”
“It’d be unlikely that he would help me to produce weapons.”
Zeke mused, “Here, I’ll give you a few Spirit Stones. Tell him your father Ares gave them to him.”
“Once he produces those millimeter grade Titanium bullets, Ares will add more Spirit Stones.”
“Alright.” Clyde replied and took his leave.
Collins looked at Zeke curiously, “What are you trying to do by asking Connor to produce titanium bullets?”
“Haven’t you guessed it?” Zeke returned the question.
Collins pressed on, “Did you think it through? Whether the titanium bullets have anything to do with Connor, or if
Connor is really the culprit?”
“The bullets that killed the Seal Mercenary, they were millimeter grade bullets that are untraceable.”
“And only a sparse number of black-market arms dealers were able to produce these types of titanium bullets.”
“Even so, the bullets they produced had different details.”
“In the case that Connor actually produces titanium bullets that are exactly the same as the ones that killed the
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSeal Mercenary, that is enough to convict him.”
“Smart of you to have it figured out just like that.” Zeke nodded.
Collins clenched both his fists and said, “If I can avenge my fallen boys, I no longer have any regrets in this life.”
Zeke glanced at the bank cards that scattered inside Collins’ car, “Why not just donate all this money?”
“It’s too dirty. Best you don’t touch it.”
Unexpectedly Collins hurriedly picked up the bank cards, “Don’t worry, I will donate them.”
“To the families of the Seal Mercenary?” Zeke presumed.
Collins grinned in response.
...
Clyde had arrived at the Green Channel Bar.
Some time ago, Clyde and his girlfriend were harassed by a few hooligans while they were drinking here.
It was at a key moment that Connor came to the rescue.
This moment held a special meaning for Clyde.
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