Legend of Dragon Son-in-law

Chapter 2627: Arrest

Probing with firepower—that’s something every operative in this line of work has to do.The cemetery might be hidden and relatively safe, but in this business, once you’re exposed, it means death.

The chance of surviving after exposure isn’t even one percent.

So they have to kill danger in the cradle.

The moment they sense something off, they vanish immediately.

After the machine-gun sweep finished, another man came in, scanning the surroundings as he moved quickly.

This man held a long spear, and as he ran he kept thrusting the spear into the grass.

To make sure no one was hiding there.

There was a special poison on the spear tip; once it touched someone, the pain would be unbearable, forcing them to scream.

The whole process lasted ten minutes.

Ten minutes later, people came in one after another.

Once almost everyone had arrived, Gold Cicada strolled lazily into the cemetery.

"This really is a nice spot." He took in the graves around them, then said with a supremely confident smile, "I bet Demarco Mount’s people would never imagine we’d dare operate right under his nose."

"That’s why you’re the smart one, Boss Cicada. If it were us, we’d never dare come here."

"Yeah, with you here, the brothers are willing to risk our lives. Now that that idiot Iwan Martinez is dead, you’re Fourth Master’s number one favorite."

The scouts kept flattering Gold Cicada, trying to butter him up.

They all knew someone had betrayed Gold Cicada and got killed for it.

They’d all heard that line.

They understood Gold Cicada had issues with their loyalty.

At the very least, the one they directly faced was Gold Cicada; only indirectly did they face Silvio Reed.

The county magistrate is no match for the man in front of you.

Offend Gold Cicada, and you could die any time.

"Don’t bring up Iwan. He was more loyal to Fourth Master, just a bit dim. In terms of methods, the experts who died in his hands, if it’s not eight hundred, it’s a thousand." Gold Cicada mentioned Iwan Martinez with nothing but disdain.

In his eyes, Iwan was just a thug, an idiot.

Didn’t know how to use his brain.

"Let me tell you, the brain is often what really matters. Back in the day there was a man named Devlin who actually dared scheme against the Holy Lord! In the end, he lived for so long and only died in an accident."

At the mention of Devlin, a hint of pride flashed across Gold Cicada’s face.

Back then, Devlin’s plots and schemes couldn’t have happened without Gold Cicada secretly tutoring him.

Gold Cicada to Devlin was like Silvio Reed to Julius Reed.

Devlin probably never knew, even to his death, that the one who guided him back then was actually Gold Cicada.

"Hold on, why are we missing three people? Where’s Woodrow Lake’s group?" Gold Cicada frowned slightly.

Everyone here had been personally handpicked and brought by him.

He was very familiar with each one of them.

With even one person missing, he could tell at a glance.

"Woodrow Lake’s group shouldn’t still be out of contact. Unless..."

Just as someone was speaking, several mounds suddenly blew apart.

"Sorry about this." Iwan Martinez appeared in the cemetery, carrying a wine jar.

He raised the jar, blew the dirt off the top, and said with a grin, "Woodrow Lake was killed by me. Now I’ve got a little favor to ask of you."

"Iwan!" Gold Cicada tried to run, but a lot of people suddenly appeared around him.

"You know, no one ever escapes from under my command." Iwan opened the jar, took a swig, and spread his hands. "We’re all old acquaintances. I’m just inviting you up Demarco Mount for a visit."

"You planning to kill us?" The scouts gripped their weapons, ready to fight at any moment.

But they were all sleeper agents; their combat power wasn’t that strong.

If it really came to a fight, they were no match for Iwan.

"Iwan, why should I believe you?" Gold Cicada sized them up. The enemy had two top-level experts, and the rest weren’t weak either.

Just Iwan alone was enough to shatter his hopes of escape.

With Iwan here, Gold Cicada wasn’t getting away.

"Since when have I, Iwan Martinez, lied? Besides, do you have a choice?"

Iwan narrowed his eyes and barked, "Don’t be ungrateful. And I can guarantee you, no one on the mountain wants you dead, and no one wants to interrogate you. They’re inviting you up just for a cup of tea."

"Really?" Gold Cicada shot back.

He was deeply conflicted inside.

But although Iwan was always drinking, he kept his word.

Once he said something, he almost never went back on it.

Besides, Iwan was right—Gold Cicada really had no choice.

He was too passive.

Once a spy is exposed, death is inevitable.

"I don’t buy it! Brothers, kill them!" Gold Cicada roared.

The scouts had long known a day like this would come; one by one, they charged to their deaths without hesitation.

Iwan didn’t speak. He just raised the wine jar and took a drink.

"I’ll handle this!"

Eric Jackson shot forward, snowflakes swirling around him!

These snowflakes were like blades; wherever they passed, the scouts were cut down on the spot.

With one charge, Eric Jackson was already in front of Gold Cicada.

"Stop!"

Iwan shouted.

Eric Jackson turned back in confusion, not understanding why he shouldn’t strike at such a perfect opportunity.

Was this for old times’ sake?

Before they came, Iwan had said clearly there was no need to force anything out of Gold Cicada.

"You really do keep your word." Gold Cicada’s tense hands slowly relaxed.

Just now, he’d truly thought he was finished.

Eric Jackson’s killing intent was overwhelming—Gold Cicada was no match for him.

"Didn’t you refuse just now?" Eric Jackson asked.

Gold Cicada had just sworn he wouldn’t agree.

"That was when my men were still alive. Now they’re dead—what do I have left to worry about?" Gold Cicada said with a faint smile. "Silvio Reed has the Soul Searching Technique; he can see the dead’s memories. Iwan knows that, which is why he stopped you."

"Seriously?" Eric Jackson felt the world was getting absurdly complicated—whatever you did, there was always a contingency.

"It’s true. Then please come up the mountain with us. By tomorrow morning, you’ll pretty much be free to go." Iwan shook the wine jar, then said helplessly, "Buzzkill. I’m out of wine again."

"Aren’t you afraid you’ll drink yourself to death?"

Gold Cicada asked with a playful smile.

The two of them were old acquaintances.

"I’ll be fine. You’ll die before I do." Iwan finished speaking and strode up the mountain.

Eric Jackson personally escorted Gold Cicada out of the cemetery, following behind Iwan.

Sunset.

The two of them brought Gold Cicada into the room where Julius Reed was.

In the room were Hiddy, Shadow Kims, and Long Wu.

To ensure Julius Reed’s safety, Long Wu had insisted on staying in this room.

Hiddy couldn’t talk her down and had to agree.

"We brought the man. How do we deal with him?" Eric Jackson pushed Gold Cicada over to Julius Reed’s bedside.

"Everyone, may I be so bold as to ask something?" Gold Cicada looked at the three people standing in front of him and said, "They told me they wouldn’t kill me or interrogate me. Is that true or not?"

"Of course it’s true." Hiddy grabbed Gold Cicada and said in a deep voice, "But first, you have to behave."

With that, she pressed Gold Cicada’s head down toward Julius Reed’s forehead.

In an instant, Gold Cicada felt a splitting pain in his brain!