The President's Captive Love

Chapter 6: Disrupted

Several days later,

A remote, desolate area

In the dead of night, nearly 30 men stood scattered around, observing for anything unusual, while others used crowbars to pry open wooden crates, handing the weapons inside to others for inspection.

The leader of the group nodded in satisfaction, signaling to his subordinates at the back to load the goods onto the truck.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly until the sound of multiple gunshots rang out.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Both groups quickly drew their shiny firearms, ready to retaliate against the intruders.

"Hey! Get the stuff on the truck!"

"Damn it, who the hell are they? Hold them off, guys!"

More gunshots followed as both sides engaged in a prolonged shootout, trying to take cover behind vehicles while firing back. Suddenly, masked men with their faces fully covered surrounded the transaction. Their outfits made it clear they weren't cops.

"Aaaagh!"

"Damn it! What the hell is going on? My boss is gonna be pissed," the group leader shouted angrily at the mafia members, indicating his frustration.

"I don't know. Just hurry and load the goods first. We'll handle this."

"Hmph!"

The burly man swore a few more times, gripping his weapon tightly, and waved his hands to urge his subordinates to quickly load the wooden crates onto the truck.

The cries of pain echoed throughout the area, turning the desolate silence into a battlefield in an instant. It took nearly 15 minutes for the mafia to regain control, thanks to their greater numbers.

"Take all those who are still alive to the warehouse!"

"Help our injured!"

A tall man, one of Onyx's subordinates, shouted orders to the others. Well-trained, they were able to handle the situation swiftly and systematically, much like seasoned soldiers.

"What is this about? Has the information about the goods exchange leaked?"

The burly man turned to ask Korkan again, his voice clearly showing his displeasure.

"I'll look into it and get back to you. You should leave first; I'll handle the rest."

"I'll inform my boss. If there's no good explanation, my boss will stop trading with you."

The leader shook his head in frustration before ordering his subordinates to leave quickly. Korkan sighed at the unexpected situation and went to assist the other subordinates.

"Who sent you!" a harsh voice demanded from one of the criminals lying on the ground, gasping for breath, his abdomen stained red from a bullet wound.

"..."

"Answer me, damn it!"

But there was no response. A rough hand clenched and unclenched to control his emotions.

"Tie up anyone still alive and send them to the warehouse for questioning."

"Yes, boss!"

Korkan reiterated the order, watching with a heavy heart as his subordinates dealt with the 7 or 8 surviving assailants, before calling his superior.

"Sir, there was a disruption during the delivery."

(Who?) A cold voice asked through clenched teeth, causing Korkan to shiver as he quickly continued his report.

"I'm not sure yet. I questioned them, but no one would talk. Five of them are dead, and on our side, three are dead and several more are injured. The survivors have been taken to the warehouse for further questioning."

(And how did the delivery go?)

"It went smoothly, sir, but they are very upset and demand an explanation."

(Handle it properly. I'll come by tomorrow.)

"Yes, sir."

***

The next day,

Warehouse

The troubling events of the previous night led Onyx to the warehouse to interrogate the captured assailants. The damp basement reeked of an unpleasant odor. Five battered men were chained to the wall, with three having succumbed to their wounds since last night.

"I'll ask you again, who sent you?"

His merciless gaze fixed on one unfortunate man. His voice was calm, matching his expression, yet exuding a dangerous aura. One hand gripped a short knife.

"..."

Onyx quickly lost patience, stabbing the knife into the man's wrist.

"Aaargh!"

"Answer!"

"Just kill me, you bastard!"

"Heh," the tall figure chuckled, his dark eyes behind glasses gleaming like a predator's. He yanked the knife from the wound and swiftly slashed the captive's throat as requested, his expression unchanged.

The man widened his eyes, mouth agape, trying to scream but lacking the strength. A stream of blood gushed from the wound like a faucet, and his large body began to twitch, glaring at Onyx with vengeful eyes as life slipped away.

Several subordinates standing guard in the room turned away, unable to bear the gruesome scene.

"So, what about you? Did you see what happened to your friend? If you talk, I'll let you go," Runway, Victor's right-hand man, said to another captive, forcing him to look at his lifeless friend.

But no matter the threats or offers of escape, they refused to speak.

Onyx glanced at Leo, Cairo's trusted aide. After nearly an hour of torturing the captives, he stepped back with an impassive face to let the other handle the rest.

Bang Bang Bang

Blood splattered all over the walls, filling the room with a metallic smell. The bodies of the remaining three captives fell still in an instant, following their two predecessors, without even a groan.

Leo holstered his weapon, his handsome yet sinister face resembling a grim reaper's.

Runway shook his head in frustration and ordered his subordinates, "Take care of the rest." So much time wasted, yet no information was gained.

Onyx said nothing, pushing open the cell door first to meet with the partners, with Leo and Runway following behind.

Creak~

The meeting room door opened, causing everyone inside to turn and look at him simultaneously.

Onyx, tall and slender, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping bloodstains from his hands with a cold expression that sharply contrasted his nerdy appearance.

"Did they talk?" Leon asked quickly.

"..." Onyx didn't reply, just shook his head slightly, then tossed the luxurious handkerchief into the trash, opened the fridge, and grabbed a beer to quell his irritation.

Runway further explained, "They didn't say anything. They seemed well-prepared."

"And those we captured?"

"If they won't talk, there's no point in keeping them, right?" Cairo interjected with a knowing tone, taking a deep drag of smoke.

"Damn it!" Leon cursed loudly, frustrated.

No one felt at ease with what had happened. Being ambushed by an unknown enemy made it difficult to handle, and it also eroded customer trust.

"And what about the investigation into the Acha group you mentioned?" Victor asked, turning to Onyx, who was engrossed in a book, as if he wasn't part of the conversation.

"Still investigating," Onyx calmly replied, not taking his eyes off the book.

"You..." His friend shook his head in exasperation but didn't press further.

The mafia continued discussing business for a while, then started teasing Cairo about his recent strange behavior. Everyone agreed to hang out at Cairo's house, except Onyx, who decided to leave and investigate the matter that was bothering him.

His slender fingers dialed the number of a trusted subordinate. After a short wait, the other party answered.

(Yes, Boss)

"Any movement from Acha?" he asked calmly.

(He's staying in the safe house, only his subordinates' cars are coming and going)

"..."

Tawan spoke firmly, "(I've assigned some of our men to keep watch. If we see him contacting anyone, we'll inform you)"

"Have people follow his subordinates too."

(Understood, Boss)

After hanging up, Onyx broke the silence in the car by speaking.

"Have Taipei meet me at the penthouse."

"Yes, sir."

***

The Penthouse of Onyx

The tall figure unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, untucked it, and stood alone on the wide balcony, smoking and lost in thought. The evening breeze brushed against him, unable to cool the turmoil within. He disliked not being able to control things.

"Did you summon me, sir?"

A deep voice sounded from behind, pulling Onyx out of his thoughts.

"Yes, investigate if there's a mole among us."

"Why do you suspect that?" Taipei looked surprised, disagreeing with his boss's suspicion. Everyone knew how ruthless and decisive Onyx was; no one would be foolish enough to betray this mafia boss.

"Only our side knew the location of the exchange in advance. Their men only knew when they went to deliver."

Taipei nodded in understanding. Being disrupted twice indicated that the opposition knew the time and place beforehand. It wasn't surprising that Onyx would suspect his own men first.

"Understood, I'll investigate."

The trusted right-hand man bowed and left, leaving the tall figure standing there. Though outwardly calm and composed, inside he was seething. His eyes narrowed like a hawk's, mentally preparing a cruel punishment for any traitor.