[35]

“Harold and his subordinates are already on the move,” informed Marcus who was already busy with the laptop on his lap. “He should arrive about 20 minutes after we reach the harbor.”

Damian only nodded briefly. He leaned lazily on his arm. Reluctantly observing their journey that took approximately three hours.

“I've got a visual on the Port. The CCTV in the entrance area and our destination can already be displayed. Do you want to see it?” asked Marcus who was still looking at his work screen. His fingers were skillfully fiddling with the many numbers and letters there.

“Any suspicious movements?”

“Nothing. It's still running as normal as it should be.”

“Make sure the ship carrying our goods has no problems loading it.”

Marcus nodded. “I see.”

No one spoke after that. Although Marcus occasionally muttered with curses, or grumbled, but still all his work was done quickly and meticulously. “Kayoko gave me the news, two more days to arrive at Northderm. And the financial report of all Sawyer's assets is already in my hands. Including the flow of funds belonging to your damn uncle, Damian.”

Damian chuckled. “What has he earned in the past year?”

“Um... if that's your question, I'll have to check it in more detail. Does it have to be now?”

Damian shook his head lightly. “No need. Let me know when you have valid data. For now, let's just focus on one point.”

Marcus grinned. “Looks like you really want to bankrupt your beloved uncle.”

“Remember the old saying, Marcus. If we feed the snake too often, we'll be the ones who will fall prey to it unknowingly. Before that happens, it's a good idea to cut off its head first.”

Marcus laughed. But it all stopped as his work screen displayed something interesting. “Ah, it seems your uncle has arrived first.”

“This is part of his job. Checking the goods to be loaded on each container truck for shipment.” Damian slightly glanced at the screen where the figure of Leonard Sawyer and his numerous men were quite clearly displayed. Even from a distance, Damian could tell that the man was his uncle.

“Zoom in on this angle,” Damian pointed at one point. Not at what Leonard was doing but at one of Leonard's men. The man with the scar on his jaw was Damian's main target. He was the reason why Damian was checking the shipment of Dream Pills (a drug with a high addictive content, beating the ecstasy commonly circulated in Damian's club). The selling price of Dream Pills is quite high but enthusiasts don't care. They were trapped in the dreams the pills gave them (the hallucinations were more influential on the user's subconscious).

These pills are only available in Damian's Catterpillar Club. No sales were allowed outside his club as Damian was the legal owner of the item. Even though it's legally legal, it's an illegal act but for the Underworld where the Joker plays such a big role. So no one dared to touch anything Damian did in the club including the circulation of Dream Pills.

At first, Leonard only took part in a small way, but as time went on, the old man wanted to control the circulation and quota of Dream Pills coming to the port. Besides the man with the scar who was Damian's target, he came to the harbor to see what Leonard was really up to.

“That's enough,” Damian said, carefully observing the man's face. “Can you find out soon how long this man has been working with Leonard?”

Marcus frowned but couldn't voice his curiosity. “Okay,” was all that came out of Marcus' mouth.

“If my guess is correct, he's a former police officer who was fired because of a pretty heavy scandal. I don't really understand what the scandal is but I think it's related to Harold,” Damian said as he rubbed the tip of his chin.

Marcus' movements to find out information about the man stopped. “Don't tell me that this man is the one who killed Kenzo?”

“I can't confirm that one hundred percent. As we know, there were two shooters. And the main executor could be one of them, right? One of them is already in Harold's hands, but it still leaves a question mark as to whether this is the man who took part in the shooting.”

“What difference does it make?” snorted Marcus unhappily. “I will slaughter everyone involved with Kenzo's death. If necessary, if your uncle is involved, I'll smash his head in.”

Damian grinned. “If it was that easy, I'd have done it long ago.” He leaned back comfortably. “Get the information right away. Leave no stone unturned.”

“But, Damian,” before Marcus resumed his work. “I'm the one who will pull the trigger to avenge Kenzo's death. He was my man who was quite loyal.”

Damian just wagged his finger. The approval was given because Marcus did not want to miss the opportunity to finish off the person who dared to touch his men. Although Marcus worked under Damian's leadership, the few people who always followed Marcus were loyal people. And willing to risk their lives for Marcus, which was not necessarily the case for Damian.

“Sir, we are about to enter the border,” informed the driver who had been focused on the steering wheel and the road they were on. The road they were on was getting closer to the harbor and was starting to look different from before. From afar, they could already see several large ships docked on the shore. As well as the noisy sounds of engines and activities in the harbor. It still took about another hour for them to arrive at the location.

“What about Harold? Any news?” asked Damian as he straightened his back.

“Not yet.” Marcus said briefly. His eyes continued to dwell on the screen that was searching for important information about the man Damian had pointed out. Most of the data was locked by a system that could only be accessed by high-ranking police officers. “Damn, looks like your guess was right.”

Damian grinned. “Your time is running out, Marcus. If you can't find the weakness, we could be going home in name only.”

“Asshole!” cursed Marcus with a look of displeasure. “Why are you saying this now?”

“I need a visual. Wouldn't it be easy if we could identify by face?”

“Argh!” screamed Marcus in half frustration. “Shut up! Leave it alone!”

Damian chuckled but his hands began to prepare the weapons he would use. Including the pistol that was always in his coat pocket. In the back of the car, there was already a long-barreled weapon as well as an automatic weapon with high speed and accuracy. The three cars following Damian were also fully armed.

They could not have carried out an ambush - much less an on-the-spot execution of the man Damian had targeted - without preparation. Including one bulletproof and fireproof car that Victor had prepared just in case.

“MEET!”

Damian chuckled. “Bastard! Don't make noises like you've won a fun game like that, you idiot!”

Marcus grinned but then revealed what he had found. Thanks to Damian's remark about the 'face' the official website of NorthDerm's central police force had been hacked with ease. It wasn't. Marcus used a lot of special skills to break into the site and it was only open for 1 minute after a thorough check. This means Marcus entered the site in a very limited time.

“Major Tedy Salomon, originally from the country of Colombia, works under the NorthDerm secret police and takes care of many matters regarding serious offenses. He was in the same class as Chief Harold but because of his ability and courageous ways, Major Tedy was quickly promoted and gained a position of influence. Involved in a major scandal in the Astoria war in Astoria Bay. Responsible for the sinking of the aircraft carrier Northderm which caused a major defeat, ugh... what a horrible track record.” Marcus chuckled. “Very interesting.”

“Continue,” Damian said with a look of interest.

“Escaped from the prisoner's car while being transferred to the special prison for police traitors. International borun status, hasn't been traced for four years.” Marcus immediately pulled out some more information. “And she is the only one who can make Tedy submit.”

A portrait of a cheerful-faced girl with a big smile, playing on a swing under the twilight light. It was probably taken four years ago. According to the date on the corner of the photo.

“Where does she live?”

“Kimberly Salomon, seven years old, her mother died of illness, lives in... Sanora City? Man, that's not too far from the city center.”

Damian chuckled. “That would explain why our former Major can't stay away from his daughter.”

“Ah, damn. The information was soon sealed.” Marcus chuckled in annoyance. “But how come Harold doesn't know about this?”

“Who do you think Harold is? He needs a higher rank than just an ordinary police chief.” Damian felt like punching Marcus in the head. “So... in a way, it's all up to you. What are you going to do when the murderer of our loyal partner turns out to have a daughter who lives alone?”