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Chapter 986: Chapter 986: Elders Victor
When Orren Beaumont’s mask appeared, Aron Jackson felt uneasy.
If Orren Beaumont could fake his identity, couldn’t he as well?
Sitting in the position of the boss of Gonzalez City, countless people were watching him.
Aiming to replace him.
He faced not just old-school mafias like Fabian Percival but those invisible organizations.
Even though Fabian Percival had died, his followers were still active in Gonzalez City.
Even towards Ivan Reed, Aron Jackson realized that he was being used to work for someone else.
Sacha Reed, with connections that reached the heavens, still couldn’t escape the fate of being manipulated.
Was he, as the boss of Gonzalez City, really safe?
Especially after being around Julius Reed and seeing all sorts of talented people, he grew even more concerned for his safety.
To die, it didn’t matter.
In their line of work, this day was inevitable.
But Gonzalez City was Julius Reed’s stronghold, his base.
Before his memory was restored, before he had control of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance.
Gonzalez City was his home.
Julius Reed’s wife, friends, all were here.
And those who came to cause trouble had infiltrated Gonzalez City as well.
He worried that one day, he might be replaced and Julius Reed would lose a place to set foot.
So on the day Orren Beaumont appeared, Aron Jackson made an arrangement with his trusted confidant, Rachel Pendleton.
If one morning, Aron Jackson did not recite that poem to her, it would mean he had been controlled by someone else.
Aron Jackson would no longer be Aron Jackson.
But someone else.
Other people saw Rachel Pendleton as Aron Jackson’s secretary, perhaps even as his improper lover.
But only the two of them knew that they were like siblings.
Even though they were not related by blood, Rachel Pendleton was raised by Aron Jackson’s hand, no different from a real brother.
The office keys, as well as all of Aron Jackson’s secrets, were known by Rachel Pendleton.
Even in this office, there were several well-hidden cameras.
Only Aron Jackson and Rachel Pendleton had access to view them.
As for his location,
Aron Jackson had quietly gone to the hospital for surgery, implanting a tracking chip in his shoulder.
Dead or alive, his position could be found.
He never expected that on the night Noam Martin left the Bronze Sparrows Platform, these things would actually come into play.
"Actually, I really disliked Noam Martin. He had ability, but was addicted to gambling, and he never learned his lesson,"
Aron Jackson pressed his cigarette butt into the ashtray, with a hint of self-reproach: "I intended to see him off as a brother when he left. Who knew that bastard would drug my drink and, after I passed out, stuff me into a bag and take me to the roof."
"The next morning, Rachel Pendleton found me by following the tracker,"
Aron Jackson said with a bitter smile, "I planned to wait until Noam Martin and his main puppeteer came by. Then, I would round them all up. Who knew I would meet you, big brother."
The conversation above made Aron Jackson rather awkward.
"You’ve made great progress."
Julius Reed nodded approvingly, "To think I worried about you, even went around asking. Did you find out who’s behind the scenes?"
"The person in charge of contacting Noam Martin is called Elders Victor. The organization seems to be called The North Sea...As for specifics, I haven’t figured them out yet." Aron Jackson walked to the drawer and pulled it open forcefully!
Then, he placed his hand underneath, retrieving a recording pen.
"The second day after Noam Martin took my place, I hid a recording pen under this drawer. Elders Victor is very mysterious, always communicating with Noam Martin by phone, rarely showing face."
After finishing his explanation, Aron Jackson said mysteriously, "My people followed Noam Martin closely. He probably had no idea until his death."
"I only got the name The North Sea out of the information I forced from him."
Julius Reed leaned back in his chair, supporting his head with his hand, "But The North Sea is vast. I have no recollection of this Elders Victor, but one thing is sure—Anna Harris might be a key figure. Send someone, and keep a close watch on her!"
"Anna Harris?"
Aron Jackson frowned slightly, "Isn’t that your sister-in-law’s best friend? And she comes from a clean background, doesn’t seem to have any issues. I remember her brother, seems to be named Sergei Harris, owns a hot pot restaurant locally."
"Very likely, it’s all fake!"
Recalling Lillian Tompson’s words, Julius Reed was frustrated and agitated.
That damned memory!
If only he could remember, he wouldn’t be so passive!
"I’ll ask around."
Aron Jackson grabbed the telephone on the desk, "Rachel, check on Sergei Harris for me."
Two minutes later, the phone rang.
Aron Jackson pressed the speaker button, and Rachel Pendleton’s voice came through, "Sergei Harris disappeared out of the blue half a month ago, nowhere to be found. His girlfriend has also gone missing; her identification information doesn’t exist."
"Just as I thought!"
Julius Reed narrowed his eyes.
What a great act they’ve put on!
"Big brother, who is Anna Harris? If she’s by Quella Radcliffe’s side, could it be..."
Aron Jackson was somewhat concerned.
Such a dangerous person, if left by Quella Radcliffe’s side, would be terrifying!
"No worries, she doesn’t know her cover’s been blown yet. Let’s secure her and follow the clues from there!"
Julius Reed looked at Aron Jackson, "Now, you are not Aron Jackson, you’re Noam Martin! Aron Jackson is dead, killed by you. Also, pay attention to Noam Martin’s habits, like which finger he uses to smoke, and other details."
Since the opponent wanted to deceive him with a fake Aron Jackson, he would turn their plan against them.
"Big brother, rest assured, I’ll definitely figure out who’s behind this!"
Aron Jackson nodded, his eyes filled with a murderous intent.
"Here’s Noam Martin’s phone card; I need a new identity to leave this place."
Dropping a chip on the table, Julius Reed stood up and took out his mobile phone.
"My Lord, what are your instructions?"
Cold Nelson’s voice came from the phone.
"Cold Nelson, do you know who Elders Victor is?"
Julius Reed asked.
There was no need to doubt Cold Nelson’s loyalty to him.
"My Lord, I do not recognize Elders Victor, nor have I ever heard of such a person. What is this about..."
After a moment of silence, Cold Nelson’s voice inquired.
He clearly hadn’t recalled.
"The orphan of The North Sea, or rather, the princess of The North Sea royal family, Baylor Davenport, is not dead. She is right next to me, and moreover, remnants of The North Sea seem to have gathered in Gonzalez City to make a move. The person coordinating them is someone called Elders Victor."
Julius Reed spoke the truth without any concealment.
"What!"
Cold Nelson sounded extremely shocked over the phone.
"I’ll immediately bring men over to exterminate these remnants!"
"No!"
Julius Reed cut him off, "The situation is far from simple; I suspect they’ve been planning this for a long time. Help me manage all affairs of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance. I must get to the bottom of this!"
"Understood! Take care, my Lord. As for Elders Victor, now that you mention it, I suddenly remember something. The chief minister of The North Sea royal family was known as Elders Victor, responsible for coordinating everything, like a steward. However, the then Elders Victor died by your sword. The battle at The North Sea left scarcely any survivors."
Cold Nelson’s deep voice came through.
"I see."
Julius Reed hung up the phone, a smirk forming at the corner of his mouth.
"Elders Victor... whom did I..."
He glanced at his watch, picked up the recording pen on the table, and smilingly looked at Aron Jackson, "You can go to the Gonzalez City airport to meet the plane. According to the previous arrangement, I will arrive at the Gonzalez City airport in half an hour. Lillian Tompson and my double are there; I will follow you and we’ll switch places once we’re there."
"Got it!"
Aron Jackson straightened his clothes, his face showing a hint of murderous intent.
