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Chapter 976: Chapter 976: Layers of Mystery
Under the veil of night.
Gonzalez City Airport.
Three men donning duckbill caps and carrying suitcases walked out of the airport.
Their skin was dark, their faces full of beards, to the unknowing, they might seem like friends from Africa.
After leaving the airport, they hopped into a taxi and headed straight for downtown Gonzalez City.
"Where are you guys from?"
It was so dark, the driver could only make out three blurred figures through the rearview mirror.
It was kind of creepy.
But they offered a high price, paying upfront five hundred yuan.
Under normal circumstances, the driver might have looked for other passengers to share the ride.
After all, there is a distance from the airport to downtown, and the flow of passengers is quite heavy.
In a coastal city, whether returning from overseas or setting sail from here, most people have to transit through the airport.
But for five hundred yuan, why would the driver bother sharing the ride?
He just hummed a tune, speeding all the way to the downtown area.
Throughout the trip, no matter what the driver said, no one responded.
Fortunately, they had paid in advance, with real bills.
That’s why the driver didn’t make a fuss.
After getting out of the car, the three men entered an alley.
"This is so uncomfortable."
Smack!
One of them threw the duckbill cap onto the ground and tidied up his flattened hair: "I’m really curious how you put up with this thing."
While speaking, he peeled off the fake beard from his face, which seemed somewhat painful.
"Damn Terry Moore!"
Another squatted down carefully, picked up the duckbill cap, dusted it off, and muttered with resentment: "When you borrowed this cap from me, you didn’t say that. You said my duckbill cap looked cool, swagger when worn."
"I lied to you."
The other took off his cap and placed it on his head: "This thing, only you would like it."
After removing the beards, the three men transformed into another set of appearances.
They were Julius Reed, Terry Moore, and Karen.
After leaving Wayland, Julius did not take the private plane with Lillian Tompson.
Instead, he asked Lillian Tompson to wait a few hours at the international airport at night.
He then took Terry Moore and Karen and sneaked onto a plane through a secret channel.
With money, one can make the devil turn the millstone, not to mention Lillian Tompson who held considerable influence in Wayland.
Without wasting any time, she got the three of them on the plane.
"Boss, where are we headed?"
Terry Moore always felt there was something off about his hairstyle.
"Right, you summon us brothers all mysteriously, it’s definitely not for anything good," Karen chuckled: "Wayland is so nice, with all those mature ladies, why come to this place!"
After Natalia Leocadia’s death, they stayed with the Leocadia Family, becoming Sophia Leocadia’s personal bodyguards.
Their treatment had also increased several times over.
"How’s the poison in your body?"
Julius looked at Karen, while sending a text message, he asked aloud.
"I have to thank you for that," Karen took out a packet of pills from his pocket, shoved them into Julius’s hand: "Boss, this is a little token of my appreciation. Three pills a day, they work wonders, and they don’t harm the body."
"What’s this?"
Julius sniffed, a strong medicinal scent hit his nose.
"It’s for your lower back pain."
Karen gave him a knowing look: "You understand. That formula from last time, I’ve improved it, and have prepared it just for you."
"Deal!"
Julius pocketed the medicine, patted Karen on the shoulder: "I didn’t save you in vain."
The back pain from last time had recovered in just two or three days.
And it hadn’t hurt since.
But being prepared never hurt anyone, who knows when the back might start hurting again.
"Who’s there!"
Just then.
Terrry Moore looked warily towards the entrance of the alley, his right hand revealing a flying dagger.
"Boss, it’s me."
A figure flashed by, quickly approaching them.
"One of us."
Julius Reed lifted his hand, signaling Terry Moore not to be nervous, "Orren Beaumont, no one followed you, right?"
"Rest assured, boss, when I, Orren Beaumont, do things, it’s always safe."
Orren Beaumont looked back and whispered, "Boss, any orders?"
"I have a question for you."
Julius Reed paused for a moment, lowering his voice, "Lately, has Aron Jackson been out of sorts?"
Orren Beaumont was a spy they had planted between Fabian Percival and Ivan Reed.
After Fabian Percival was killed and Ivan Reed returned to the capital, Orren Beaumont stayed hidden by Aron Jackson’s side as an informant.
This, they all knew.
But apart from Aron Jackson and Julius Reed, no one knew who Orren Beaumont really was.
To outsiders, Orren Beaumont was just a young fellow who defected from Aron Jackson’s employees and then betrayed Fabian Percival, switching sides twice.
"Out of sorts..."
After pondering for a moment, Orren Beaumont nodded, "Lately, Boss Aron has been somewhat irritable, not as close to the staff brothers as he used to be."
"Continue, tell me everything you know."
Julius Reed felt a sinking feeling in his heart.
As expected.
Aron Jackson had encountered trouble.
From the lack of response to that letter, he knew, Aron Jackson was not Aron Jackson.
"Before, Boss Aron always ate and drank with the brothers. Now, although there are activities, you can feel that Boss Aron is preoccupied and seems to be just going through the motions with the brothers."
Orren Beaumont thought for a moment, then slapped his forehead, "Lately, when Boss Aron goes out, he takes brothers who didn’t use to show up much. Just a few days ago, a brother complained to me, wondering if he had done something wrong since Boss Aron hardly acknowledges them."
"Do you have the staff handbook for Aron Jackson’s employees? Also, when did he start acting abnormally?"
Julius Reed’s voice turned somewhat cold.
"A week ago. Yes, about a week ago," Orren Beaumont nodded, "I have the handbook, but it’s not comprehensive. As you know, although my position isn’t low, I don’t have the authority to access all of Boss Aron’s employees’ information."
After killing the real Orren Beaumont and becoming the new Orren Beaumont, he held a significant position among Aron Jackson’s staff.
But even so, Orren Beaumont still couldn’t have complete control.
The turnover among Aron Jackson’s employees was frequent.
New people often joined, and old ones left.
To accurately control it would require a considerable amount of time.
"No need, just give me the list of people close to Aron Jackson! Let’s see who has disappeared lately."
Julius Reed’s expression was as cold as frost.
Someone who was familiar with most of Aron Jackson’s habits and could seamlessly take control must be someone close to him. 𝒏𝙤𝙫𝒑𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝒐𝙢
"Noam Martin."
Orren Beaumont blurted out, "Noam Martin took time off to go home a week ago. He said his mother was seriously ill and it might be a long time before he could return. That evening, Boss Aron personally hosted a banquet. After the banquet, Noam Martin left overnight."
"Does he have any distinguishing features? Or any particular habits?"
Julius Reed had a bold guess!
Disguise?
For the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, the cost of a mask was high, but the profits it brought were significant.
Not only Lillian Tompson, but even the former employees of Ivan Reed could engage the Alliance’s disguise masters.
The mask that Orren Beaumont was currently wearing was the same!
"Gambling! Noam Martin is addicted to gambling!"
Orren Beaumont rubbed his hands, "Wherever there’s gambling, he will definitely be involved. Because of this, Boss Aron disciplined him more than once. He even chopped off one of his fingers! Because of that finger, when Noam Martin smokes, he can only hold the cigarette with two other fingers."
"Excellent!"
Julius Reed nodded, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
