Capital City, on the outskirts, at the entrance of an ordinary fruit and vegetable market.
At the bustling market entrance, in a conspicuous corner, there was an author, an old man using a bamboo pole as a crutch.
The old manâs eyes were blank, empty inside, clearly he was blind.
However, although the old man was blind, his ears were sharp, catching any rustle of apparent danger.
In the late evening, Andrea Jonesâ subordinate, following the information given by the Deathz organization, came to the market and effortlessly found the blind man.
However, when he clearly saw the face of the blind man, his pupils suddenly contracted.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âIsnât this from our Jones Familyâ¦â Andrea Jonesâ subordinate was shocked to his core, blurting out, but his words were cut short as they hung in the air.
That was close!
Andrea Jonesâ subordinate was secretly relieved, and cautiously looked around, coold sweat already dripping down his back.
âAlmost gave us away. Who knows, maybe someone from the Deathz organization is watching us right now. If they found out our Jones family is collaborating with the White War Department, weâd be the first ones theyâd get rid of,â Andrea Jonesâ subordinate thought fearfully.
The news of collaborating with the White War Department was only known to a few core members within the Jones Family, and they were Andreaâs trusted aides.
Even the main branches of the second and third families were in the dark. This was the top secret of the Jones family.
However, Andrea Jonesâs subordinate never expected the White War Department to have the Jonesâs elites, disguised as members of the Deathz organization, collecting funds from major families.
This idea was truly audacious!
Didnât the White War Department fear what would happen if the Jonesâ elites encountered people from the Deathz organization?
If the Deathz organization discovered someone impersonating them to defraud major families of their funds, wouldnât the high ranking members of the Jones family be in grave danger?
That was the Deathz organization. Even though the elites of the Jones family were all at the God of War Level, compared to the vicious men of the Deathz organization, they were far less powerful.
This was gambling with their lives!
Thinking about this, Andrea Jonesâs subordinate became even more worried, and an involuntary look of tension came over his face.
âNo, I must inform the Family Head of this news as soon as possible, this action of the White War Department is too risky and they didnât even give us a heads up!â Andrea Jonesâs subordinate thought sternly.
Afterwards, Andrea Jonesâs subordinate quickly dropped the bank account details into the blind manâs broken bowl. After doing all this, Andrea Jonesâs subordinate quickly left.
After leaving, Andrea Jonesâs subordinate immediately dialed Andrea Jones and informed her of the news.
On receiving the news, Andrea Jones was startled, and she even regretted assigning the Jones familyâs elites under the command of the White War Department.
However, whatâs done is done, she had no way out. Even if these elites all died, she had to cling to the White War Department, her lifeline. Otherwise, the Jones family would really have nothing left.
At the same time as Andrea Jonesâs subordinate reported this to Andrea, in a luxurious office in Capital Cityâs CBD, Yama, wearing a mask, was also listening to Mouse Kingâs report.
âBoss, as you predicted, the people from the White War Department actually sent out all the elites of the Jones family, and now they are collecting the funds prepared by the major families.â Mouse King said with a cold laugh.
On hearing these words, Yama revealed a confident expression, âArmy Master White, he is too boastful, outsmarted by his own wit.â
âYes, boss. The people of the White War Department must think that we donât know their plans yet, so they dared make this decision. Should we order our people to eliminate all the people of the Jones family now, to scare the White War Department?â Mouse King suggested respectfully.
Yama shook his head calmly, âNo hurry. White Mitchell thinks he has monitored the communications of the major families, and thus understands all of our deployment. He sent people in advance to impersonate us. This good play, we have to cooperate with him to play it out.â
âLet him be pleased for a few more hours first. Let our people not act rashly, but observe in the dark. After they collect all the money, we will give him a one-pot end.â
Also, gather the other members along the only way to the Northern Territory command post. I want to slap them in the face right under their noses!
After killing them and collecting their heads, deliver them to the doorstep of the Northern Territory command post. Iâd like to see, what will the Northern Territory command post explain to the public this time!â
Listening to this, Mouse King also had a treacherous smile on his face, âBrilliant! Boss, your move is really brilliant, hahaâ¦â
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Northern Territory Command Post!
âSuperior, we have received funds from seven or eight of the major families so far, but we havenât seen any action from the Deathz organization yet.â Black Turtle reported.
White Mitchell, sitting in the main seat, calmly replied, âNo hurry, they are waiting too, for a one-pot end. Just as well, thatâs my plan too.â
Black Turtle nodded and continued, âSuperior, those people from the Jones family are asking when to arrange actions for them. Should weâ¦â
White Mitchell, hearing this, gave a light chuckle, âYou go and play with them. Since the Jones family is cooperating with us this time, letâs help them train their soldiers. Consider this a gratuity for their hard work.â
Black Turtle couldnât help but give a bitter smile at these words.
While White Mitchell had called over all the elites from the Jones family, he did not assign them any duties, only letting them rest at the Northern Territory Command Post.
But the Jones familyâs elites, with no news of any actions to be taken after a long delay, were all fed up.
Understandably, these are all prideful individuals, although they donât say anything openly, there were already complaints behind closed doors, feeling that the White War Department was playing them.
Now, White Mitchellâs order for him to train them, would probably make them feel the White War Department was deliberately making things difficult for them.
However, despite his bitter smile, Black Turtle still went to train these prideful individuals according to White Mitchellâs orders.
After Black Turtle left, White Mitchell silently watched a screen not too far away.
On it, was footage of financial transactions from various wealthy families.
However, these families didnât realize that those collecting the funds were White Mitchellâs people. And the people of the Deathz organization didnât realise that those currently collecting the funds were not the Jones familyâs elites, but the White War Departmentâs generals led by the Four Great War Gods.
White Mitchell asked them to disguise themselves as members the Jones family. This was intended to deceive the people from the Deathz organization and eliminate them all at once.
âItâs almost over!â White Mitchell casually said. In his mind, Steel Turnerâs face naturally appeared, and his eyes gradually turned cold.