CHAPTER 1928: CHAPTER 1753: THE PIT YOU HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO JUMP INTO

Manor.

Secret room.

The old man was caught in a dilemma.

Reveal?

Or not reveal.

Once revealed, it would be airing dirty laundry in public, which is no small matter, not just a question of lost face. After all this time, it’s our own people fighting each other, what a big misunderstanding!

Do not reveal.

But how to cover it up?

"Hiss!"

Headache.

I was just planning to fish, but didn’t expect to hook my own sleeve, tugging hard, tearing the clothes apart only to realize. No, this news cannot spread, he has to cover it up.

With that thought.

The old man was extremely depressed.

Digging out groundhogs.

He dug them out, but doesn’t want anyone to know, so he has to refill the soil painstakingly, it’s truly ridiculous, "Seal the information, don’t let outsiders know, they are ’Heavy Fist’ people."

"Yes."

Also lucky.

Just had a battle.

Almost no survivors from other consortiums.

Even if alive.

They were injured, those who brought back and identified the deceased were all our people, hiding it from other consortiums is tedious but not impossible.

Fake identities.

Destroy quickly.

Otherwise, he would also be implicated.

This operation.

Was truly a big loss, my own direct forces and hidden forces were at odds, no matter how you look at it, I lose, and other consortiums also suffered significant losses, it can’t just be laughed off.

God!

Do we really have to play like this? This is a real pit.

Visible.

Tangible.

Yet, people can’t help but jump in.

Calm.

Calm.

He was infuriated, but luckily, Heavy Fist didn’t attack other consortium families, otherwise, he’d really be scared to death because that might bring the family a catastrophic disaster.

...

On the other side.

Many people were waiting.

"Why is there still no result?"

"So slow."

"Does identifying an identity take that long? Can’t face recognition just scan it?"

"Yeah."

"Poor old Ford, getting attacked at his doorstep, I wonder what grudge there was, I’m really curious, I have to ask properly later, there must be a story behind this."

"Perhaps it’s revenge for this action."

"Possibly."

"Haven’t they found the anti-aircraft weapons yet?"

"No, such transactions are inherently secretive, plus someone might have smuggled them from another country, we really can’t fully determine the origin of these anti-aircraft weapons, fragment analysis is very difficult."

"..."

Clearly.

Starting from the weapons, this path has become untenable, all these years they’ve sold so much openly and covertly, it can’t possibly be tracked down, so everyone was waiting for the identity result on the other side.

Ten minutes later.

"It’s here."

A file arrived.

"What?"

After reading.

Everyone looked at each other in dismay.

"Unidentified!"

That’s the conclusion.

After all this, so many people died, and this is the only result obtained, along with the photos of those killed, none of whom could be clearly identified by face nor had any documents.

"How could this be?"

"These people are ruthless, striking their own so hard."

"Good tactics."

"The clues have been cut off again."

"..."

Loss.

Mutual destruction. Regarding these photos, they didn’t doubt them, that force was inherently secretive, this action was a direct confrontation, leaving no clues for them to trace is normal.

"I’m even more curious now."

"Same here."

"Ling on the other side..."

"Of course, the operation continues, no matter who this force is, Ling’s existence no longer aligns with our interests, and it’s hard to draw it out in the short term, so this is a rare opportunity."

"True."

"..."

...

Manor.

Secret room.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, temporarily getting by, since the body collectors were all our people, patching up a shot was easy, face recognition won’t help, unless using DNA, but there’s no database.

Face recognition.

Fingerprint.

DNA.

All require corresponding databases, otherwise, it’s just a shot in the dark. He never imagined that a mission he was responsible for, he’d have to wrap up himself, and next, he’d have to try his best to clean up other loose ends.

Oh my goodness!

What a mess this is.

Self-inflicted?

Yes.

That’s the word, next, the most important thing is to regain control of Heavy Fist, he hadn’t noticed before, an existence he usually ignored could actually accomplish such astonishing things.

...

Canada.

Central.

A bar in a small town, underground second floor.

"Who are you people?" Gitti’s voice trembled, pointing at the woman in front of her; just now, she mimicked her voice and called her high and mighty father.

That voice.

That tone.

Exactly like hers.

"Friends."

The woman looked at her.

Calmly said, "From today, you can begin to hate him, haven’t you always wanted to know how your mother, brother, and maternal grandfather’s family died? His reaction should say it all."

"Impossible!" Gitti said.

"Actually, you already have suspicions, don’t you?"

"..."

Gitti was silent.

Indeed.

After so much investigation, all the evidence vanished, as if erased, someone with such skills must be a big shot, and one with a motive, that cheap father is one.

"What do you want me to do?"

After a while.

Gitti looked up at the woman.

This wasn’t her base, she just came here for a drink in a bad mood, didn’t expect this bar seemed to belong to these people, the two of them just brought her to the underground Wine Cellar.

"No need."

"..."

Gitti looked at her suspiciously.

"You want Heavy Fist?"

"No."

"Then..."

"Just think you should know the truth, even if it’s harsh."

"And then?"

"Send you to a place to live well, after today, you, Gina, will be the new Heavy Fist controller, of course, it actually has nothing to do with you, just borrowing your name."

"Not killing me?"

"Why kill you?"

"Imprison?"

"Just living in a different place, not lonely, some of your confidants are there."

"..."

Seems like.

Even the people to save her are gone, just not sure what exactly these people did, it seems significant, otherwise, that cheap father wouldn’t personally call, usually only twice a year.

"Do you wish him dead?"

Upon hearing this.

Gitti’s expression changed several times, but before she could come to a conclusion.

"His life or death isn’t something you can decide."

Gitti: "..."

Then why ask, Gitti sighed, life and death were no longer within her control, let alone others’ lives and deaths, resistance? Tried it just now, but it ended badly, as she was easily defeated with one hand.

Negotiate?

In this state, how to negotiate, others hold the situation.

"So dizzy!"

Ten seconds later.

Gitti blacked out and fainted on the ground.

Five minutes later.

A burly man walked in, threw a bead on the ground, and with a flash of light, Gitti disappeared. Just now, Heavy Fist’s headquarters was taken down, the Teleportation Node used up, only now sent over.