632 Survival
Yarin's POV:
The Silver Moon Pack's garbage disposal plant was a complex incinerating station. It was a place that combined all aspects of incinerating, recycling, and transportation, so it occupied a huge area.
The area was vast and crowded, and groups of workers and drivers carried out their work orderly. Therefore, the criminals disguised as environmental protection workers were unimpeded and received no suspicion.
Occasionally, people would greet him, mostly out of social courtesy. Some looked a little suspicious, but I couldn't tell if they were in cahoots with the criminals just based on this.
The criminal skillfully turned around and finally came to the duty room in front of a warehouse. He knocked on the door three times and slipped in through the crack in the door.
I found it!
I slipped into a corner, ready to hear what they had to say.
"You shouldn't have acted on your own. The higher-ups are very angry. Do you think you'll have a good ending if you go back?" It was a rough male voice.
The criminal tried his best to defend himself. "Do I wait for the police to come and arrest me? I'm not ready to die yet! I don't care how those b*stards plan to deal with me. These cowards, who do they think they are? I did all the dirty work. If I can't get better, they can't either!"
"What do you mean?"
"At most, I'll turn myself in. Doesn't the Lily of the Valley care about me or those wild dogs? Heh, at most, we'll fight to the death!"
"You are crazy, Anthony. The Lily of the Valley House might not care about a lackey, but it cares about a traitor. You will suffer its crazy revenge!"
"How? I might have been bitten to death by these wild dogs by then. F*ck!"
"What about your family? What about your wife and child? You know how the Lily of the Valley deals with women and children. Even death is a relief. You've even dealt with a few of them yourself!"
The criminal named Anthony fell silent.
After a while, he said dryly, "... I can't care so much. I can't even protect myself."
"You're a b*stard, kid."
"I don't believe I'm the only one," Anthony said. "If the Lily of the Valley wants to give up on us, you think the others will be willing to wait for death? How many people have you transported away in the past few days? How much did you get?"
"This has nothing to do with you."
"This is related to me, Marty. If I want to live, I have to rely on you."
"I can't be responsible for you."
"You don't need to be responsible for me. No one knows that I came to look for you today besides you and me. As long as you help me contact them and send me away, I can give you everything I have. Over the years, I've saved up quite a bit in the Lily of the Valley. I don't want a single cent. They're all yours."
Marty didn't say anything.
"I swear I am not lying," Anthony said anxiously. "Or do you want something else? As long as I can leave, I'll get you anything!"
"This is not something I can decide alone. You know that I'm just an insignificant person."
"But you did do something in secret, didn't you? I don't care whom you sent away before. That has nothing to do with me. You know I have no way out at the Lily of the Valley, so I will never tell on you!"
Marty was still silent, and Anthony became irritable. "Answer me, please answer me! Damn it, what do you want? Tell me! Tell me!"
"In addition to all the money you have on hand, I still need an additional 500, 000 dollars. Please don't say that I'm asking for too much. This isn't just for me. I still have to feed those people. Otherwise, we will be finished."
"No problem," Anthony immediately agreed.
"But where are you going to get this 500, 000 dollars? I don't want to work for nothing."
"I'll just do something I can do, like robbing a jewelry store or kidnapping a few rich kids."
The man thought for a few seconds and said, "Deal. Remember your promise, kid."
"I won't go back on my word!" Anthony was overjoyed. "When are we leaving? Those damned beasts have already found many strongholds. I'm afraid they'll make a move today or tomorrow. By then, we won't be able to leave even if we want to."
"Don't worry. We're on standby over there," said the man with the gruff voice. "I'll have to contact them before that - there's no guarantee of success. I told you it's not up to me to decide."
He made a phone call and argued with the person on the other end. In the end, he won.
After hanging up, he said to Anthony, "Alright, let's go. There's a car going to another pack in twenty minutes."
"Another pack? I have to go to the werewolves' territory?"
"Don't be picky, little boy. At least you can still find a way out there. If you return to Cartolas now, do you think you have a chance?"
Antoni reluctantly agreed.
They left the duty room and swaggered through half the factory. I followed them.
This place was an escape route and had not been completely infiltrated by the Lily of the Valley. Only a few spies had snuck in. The Lily of the Valley, or rather, the terrorists whom the Lily of the Valley had abandoned, would escape back to Cartolas or the other werewolf packs through this place.
I followed the two to a hidden garage. It was adjacent to the parking lot. The warehouse was empty, with incomplete seals and notices on the door. It seemed temporarily closed because the fire safety here was not up to standard.