633 The Execution
Yarin's POV:
"Is she here?" Anthony looked around nervously. "Should I go alone or wait for someone? Is it safe on the road? There won't be any checks, right?"
"Shut up, kid! If you don't believe me, scram!" shouted Marty in annoyance.
Anthony stared at him reluctantly, but he didn't say another word.
A woman was in a driver's uniform in the depths of the warehouse. She was about forty years old, frowning and looking impatient. She spat the cigarette butt out and stepped on it twice when she saw who it was. She asked, "Is that him?"
"Yes." Marty nodded. "Get it done quick, and don't be discovered."
"Say less," the woman said with a sneer. "When can I get my reward?"
"I won't miss a single cent. Alright, hurry up and get to work."
The woman glared at Marty, then looked at Anthony from the corner of her eyes. "Let's go, kid."
Anthony didn't move. He asked Marty anxiously, "Who is she? Is she the one responsible for sending me away? A woman? This is ridiculous, Marty. Women in the gang are either mistresses or prostitutes. I will never trust a cheap bitch."
Marty rolled his eyes and ignored him. This attitude was completely different from before, which made Anthony panic even more. He said, "I will never trust her! Give me someone else. I know you have other drivers!"
The one who answered him was the woman. She snorted disdainfully and said, "Do I need to remind you that your immediate superior is a woman? Cut the crap, you b*stard. If you're not leaving, then get lost."
Marty ignored Anthony and said to her, "I'll leave it to you, Tilda."
With that, he turned around and was about to leave.
"Hey! I'm asking you a question!" Anthony grabbed him angrily. "What do you mean? Don't you want money?"
"If you have the life to earn money, you must have the life to spend it, idiot."
Anthony uneasily let go of him and involuntarily took a few steps back. Then, he realized that something was wrong.
"How dare you play with me?" He gritted his teeth as if he wanted to bite Marty into pieces. "You motherf*cking son of a b*tch! Do you think I'm easy to bully? I can still run if I kill you!"
As he spoke, he took out the gun in his arms and was about to shoot at Marty, but Tilda was faster than him.
Tilda expressionlessly raised her gun and fired three shots at Anthony. One shot broke his hand, and the other two hit him in the chest.
With a clang, the gun in Anthony's hand dropped.
He looked at the 'b*tch' he disdained in disbelief. Blood gushed out of his chest and instantly dyed his white uniform scarlet. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only blood spurted out.
He fell to the ground, blood splattering under him. Seconds later, he was dead.
"Did he think he could leave?" Tilda kicked the still-bleeding corpse. "How many has it been? You must give some to Ram, or he swears he won't help you clean up your mess anymore."
"We can't afford to lose out on his money," Marty said indifferently.
Anthony was killed, just like a random nobody - like a pig with no resistance.
Of course, I didn't feel sorry for his death or anything. This criminal who committed all kinds of evil deserved such an ending.
However, everything that happened before me still made me feel cold. Marty and Tilda didn't treat Anthony as one of their own at all. This made me think about the attitude of the Lily of the Valley toward its subordinates.
Its indifference seemed to be indifferent to its target. Even its subordinates who risked their lives for it could quickly be abandoned when they were no longer useful.
On the other side, Tilda had made a call, and Marty, who had said he was leaving, had not left either. A few minutes later, a tired-looking man walked in. He pushed a cleaning cart and looked like an ordinary cleaner.
"God, I told you to be more careful. Don't get it everywhere!" Looking at the mess on the floor, he said frantically, "Do you think cleaning is just wiping the floor with a mop? I've used more eighty-four disinfectants in the past few days than in an entire season."
"You only did a few jobs this season." Tilda rolled her eyes. "Whatever, I'll be leaving first. The train is about to leave. If the motorcade can't find me, I'll come and rush them."
Marty waved his hand and said to the man, who was mumbling but had a cold expression, "Stop complaining, Ram. I think he's the last one."
"What do you mean? The higher-ups are finally withdrawing us?"
"We have no choice but to leave. The werewolves are determined to find us. It's wise to avoid them now."
Tilda had yet to go far. Hearing this, she let out a loud sneer. "A soft egg is a soft egg, frankly speaking!"
Seeing that she was about to leave, I quickly split off a small portion of myself and quietly followed her. I couldn't follow her on a long journey, but by observing her social situation, I could find more spies in the Lily of the Valley.
However, at this moment, I heard a few birds chirping outside. A small sparrow stood by the window, tilted its head, and combed its feathers, chirping twice.