NovelEnglishChapter 1703 Emergency Wynter's brow furrowed deeply, sensing the gravity of the situation.
Normally, members of the Special Unit would avoid direct calls unless absolutely necessary. For someone to break that rule meant the matter was very urgent.
In reality, there were only a few members in the Special Unit. They were all exceptional in their respective fields yet deliberately low profile.
With only two or three operatives assigned per city, maintaining discretion while ensuring coverage across such a vast territory was no small feat. This also meant that they would be switched out if their identities were accidentally exposed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHence, for Balmond Kurtus, to risk exposing himself, the stakes had to be extraordinarily high.
"I'll head over," Wynter said without hesitation. She brought both the black serpent and Dalton with her as she hopped onto her BMW Tomahawk.
Her superbike blended seamlessly with Colifernia's aesthetic. Yet, with Dalton perched on the back, the scene turned heads for a different reason. He wasn't the type anyone would expect to see on a superbike.
The two of them were undeniably eye-catching, especially since anyone into bikes would instantly recognize this superbike's value.
The only one not enjoying the ride was the black serpent. It didn't dare move at all, as if paralyzed in the black backpack. Yes, it was indeed carried in a backpack. Its breathing was so faint it might as well have slipped into hibernation.
It was terrified that it would be turned into ashes in the bag if Dalton was in a foul mood.
Although Wynter had left the farmers' market, she hadn't truly set the matter aside. Instead, she sent someone else to handle it. Sometimes, throwing money at a problem was the fastest solution.
Having the Quinnell family take over the farmers' market wasn't unreasonable, especially considering that she cto Colifernia as a representative of the Southern Cascadia Chamber of Commerce.
Since she had already secured a piece of land in Hawford, adding a farmers' market to the portfowasn't a stretch. However, the news of the impending takeover didn't sit well with the existing stall owners.
Oscar wasn't too against the idea. "Think about what the medium had said before leaving. There are indeed too many bacteria in our line of work, and it's too easy to accumulate bad karma.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Although selling to a big company might not bring in as much profit as before, think about our children. Maybe we should just agree to it." Another vendor responded, "I don't have kids, and I'm not selling wild animals. I don't want to be bought out. We live and eat here. Who knows how that big company will handle things once they take over?" A third voice chimed in, "It's not like we have to decide right now, but I heard it's the Quinnell Group coming in. They're reliable!" "Yeah, I've seen the Quinnell Group on the internet, too! They've done a lot of good things, unlike those shady companies." "That's just good PR. Who knows what they're really like?" Wynter was well aware that the acquisition wasn't going smoothly. However, she also knew that such an environment had inherent risks that couldn't be ignored.
Originally, Wynter had planned to stay and negotiate the acquisition, but the situation was becoming urgent.
The phone calls were getting more frantic, and hearing the word "sinister" from ek from om members of the the word Special Unit made her push her superbike to its maximum speed. She had driven past many factories from the highway to the city's outskirts, near the suburban area.
Her superbike finally stopped by a winding river.
Before she even got close, Wynter could already smell a strong fishy odor It wasn't from factory wastewater but from actual fish.
At that moment, the black serpent, which had been curled up in Wynter's backpack, suddenly straightened its body. Its eyes gleamed, and it couldn't help but ask, "Master, why have you guys chere?"
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