Chapter 225: Chapter 225: Schemes-1
Derek Cain asked in a low, serious voice.
"Do you truly want this girl dead?"
His expression was heavy; while beads of sweat formed at his forehead, his deep brown eyes narrowed at General Frank.
A scar marred from his left ear to his forehead, a sign of internal struggles during his time in prison.
His short brown hair, barely needing any style, made him look like any normal person, except... coupled with his tall frame, it made him stand out.
What could not be overlooked was... his identity. He wasn’t any ordinary gangster; he was the founder of Black Vultures, the notoriously infamous group recently rising to power.
Though he maintained a serious expression, the dangerous aura lingering around him and the tension in the air were enough to let others know that no one should mess with him.
General Frank slowly nodded.
"This girl needs to die. If she doesn’t, many of my plans will go down the drain."
A glint flashed in his eyes while saying so.
Hearing this, Derek Cain turned his eyes toward the girl.
She had soft pink hair, and her face was so beautiful that his heart gave a small flutter.
For a brief second, he felt a strange pity. ’Such a shame. Someone this pretty, ending like this? What a waste!’
But instead of showing those thoughts, Derek turned toward the general.
He gave a look that suggested another plan.
"You know...I can take care of her in a different way, torture her, and make her wish for death instead of giving her a quick one."
After all, having a taste of such a beautiful woman before she died was a pleasure he felt compelled to experience.
A deep look appeared on General Frank’s face as he shook his head with force.
"This woman is my enemy’s weakness, and I want her destroyed. There would be no half-measures."
Derek hesitated, confused by the plan.
He looked at General Frank and tried to read his thoughts.
’Why choose this? Why kill her? Is this all he has left?’ Derek thought.
His hesitation wasn’t because he was some kind of saint, but because... he couldn’t get to taste Ivy in the end.
General Frank, on the other hand, had thoughts that were far sharper.
If Ivy remained alive, then he was sure that Silas would go crazy finding her, and eventually, by outsmarting him, Silas might even succeed.
Once he did so, that would be the end for General Frank and Derek.
General Frank clenched his fist until his knuckles showed.
He looked angry and tired all at once.
Plans kept falling apart, and Silas was the name behind most of the trouble.
Every time something twisted and fell apart, it seemed to be because of Silas.
That made Frank burn with rage. He thought about the food Silas’ family guarded and how he could not touch it.
Each time he took some action, they seemed already prepared for it, as if... Silas was sitting inside his brain and was reading all of his thoughts.
The idea of striking where it hurt the most made his hands shake with anger.
’As long as Ivy is killed, Silas will lose his mind, and he will fall right into the trap I have prepared,’ he thought. ’The only problem in this entire solution is to ensure that Ivy isn’t alive. Otherwise, with Silas’s calm and rational mind, he will see through everything.’
Seeing Frank like that, Derek stopped pushing him.
He looked at the general with serious eyes and asked,
"What about the arms and ammunition you had promised? I need those supplies for my plans."
Frank paused. He looked away for a second and then answered slowly.
"The weapons are hard to obtain now. We should forget it."
Derek schooled his expression into a neutral one, but if Frank looked closely, he would realize just how tense his body was.
"What? Why?"
Frank’s expression darkened as if he were reminiscing about some unpleasant memories.
"This same girl ruined my entire plan. She had pilfered a significant portion of the weapons intended to remain in the barter department of the military. Because I did not have enough food to trade at that time, I could not complete the exchange, and she had taken the weapons by the time I had collected enough."
Julia had told him about how Ivy had threatened her.
Frank wished to slam Ivy’s head against a wall. Her man was already troubling him enough, and now even she had joined in!
"Why would she? Did that person named Silas sense something? Or is he considering attacking us? Why don’t you use this chance to report him?" Derek suggested.
"It isn’t that easy. That bitch has created a safety net for herself by having proof against my subordinates. If I push too much, I might end up losing more than I earn." General Frank shrugged dryly.
"Why does she need such a large amount of arms and ammunition in the first place?" Derek was still fixated on the question.
"She is the hired representative of a base called Silvy." General Frank shared the findings of his investigation.
Derek frowned. "What was her name again?"
"Ivy."
Derek paused, his deep brown eyes shimmering under the dim light of the room. Calculation flashed in his eyes as madness slowly started to take over.
He hated variables like Ivy just like he hated rigid guys like Silas. They were too upright and thought too highly of themselves.
He looked at Frank with a narrow gaze and asked carefully,
"So your enemy is Silas, and his weakness is Ivy. If you put the names together, you get Silvy. Do you not suspect that they could be the true owners of the Silvy base?"
Frank waved his hand like he was cutting the idea down.
He said he had already looked into it.
At first, Frank thought about attacking Silvy Base to get control, thinking that Ivy and Silas were the real owners.
How coincidental it was that the base was only a few kilometers away from them and had such a name?