Chapter 545
Chapter 545
"Let's go to the fifth floor."
The three came together on the fifth floor and began a search.
However, after looking around, almost every office has been searched, they still did not find any useful
clues.
"Are they really burned?" James murmured, somewhat demoralized.
"With the fire raging at the time, Winter and Clark shouldn't have had time to take those things with
them at all." Paul shook his head, "Let's keep looking. And they didn't show up here later, either those
thing were burned or still here, there are only two possibilities."
So ...
The three men continued their search.
And at this time on the other side, the Bentley and the row of black cars behind had driven into the
dense forest, towards the north suburb of Clark's old factory.
At the place near the factory, the car stopped and hid.
A group of people began to sneak into this forest quietly in the night.
"Everyone, do as you are told and never reveal your identity." Franklin whispered, "Are there any
questions?"
"No." All those black-clad subordinates looked at him with no expression at all.
"Very well, bide your time."
The cold wind of the dark night was unnerving.
Somewhere in the forest, the sound of sibilance rang out from time to time inside the grass.
It was Franklin and his men walking here, shadows scurrying in the darkness of the trees.
Almost all of them were dressed in black.
At this time, Jasper was outside the plant, only to see three figures from the forest, three figures were
all dressed in black, wearing black hats, and their faces were hidden.
Jasper could tell from the height and build that all three were men.
"Who are you?" The gatekeeper immediately raised the lance in his hand alertly.
Three men walked over slowly, and then directly said the code word, then they went inside the plant.
Jasper then saw a familiar tall figure come out of the plant even after the three men had gone in.
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As soon as they saw the visitor, a man at the head of the three slowly opened his mouth, his low voice
in the night seemed even colder.
Clark's thin lips were slightly hooked, and his tall, upright body was illuminated all over in the dim light.
He was dressed in black, and his feminine, cold expression looked extraordinarily alarming.
"Mr. Burke, it's surprising that you're the one who came to get the goods this time."
"There's no need to call out my name, I don't want to be found on your H Rovirsa's territory." Kasper
frowned.
"Thirty of them, and all the goods you want are here." Clark's grim eyes stared at Kasper, his sharp
eyes flashing with light.
"Then open the box, I want to check the goods!" As the current leader of mafia, Kasper immediately
spoke up, and the other two men behind him stepped forward, ready to open the box.
But it was stopped by Clark, "Each of these boxes has a refrigeration unit inside, and the temperature
is extremely low. It muse be opened by my men, so wait a moment."
When he finished, one of his men came over and opened the box with a special tool.
However ...
When the box was opened, everyone stared in shock.
The entire box was covered with a large swath of frost inside.
A large amount of cold air flowed out.
The man who opened the box couldn't help but sneeze, he touched his nose and pushed the black
man who was huddled inside the box, his eyes tightly closed, huddled inside the box, his hair, his nose,
his clothes, his body were covered with a layer of frost.
It was as if he had become one with that cold air, the cold air was constantly pouring out, and after
opening the box; it was as if the air in the whole plant was flooded with cold.
"FUCK, why don't you get up?"
The man directly yanked the man inside the box out, but he found that the man was covered with ice.
Kasper frowned and scanned the temperature of the refrigeration equipment inside the box, minus 27
degrees.
"The temperature is so low and still alive?"
Obviously, this man had no vital signs, he should be ... frozen to death?
"How is that possible?" Clark frowned and immediately instructed everyone, "Be quick, open all the
boxes!"
With a command from him, his men began to open the boxes one after another.
The temperature inside each box was extremely low, and the night was already cold, and now it was
winter.
With so many boxes everywhere with refrigeration devices were opened, the entire plant was as cold
as the North Pole.
It was so cold that everyone present was shivering.
"How did that happen?"
Clark yelled in annoyance, "You idiots! Do you want them to live with the temperature set so low?"
In dozens of boxes, there was not a single live being.
People in each box died miserably.
one can imagine what kind of fear and pain they went through before they died.
They had good wishes for a foreign country, but in the end they die tragically on the road.
Clark glared at those stupid henchmen. What would he do with his money if all these people died? He
had wasted so much effort and financial resources to transport these people here.
He wanted to sell them to mafia.
Yet he suffered a great loss!
The group of men cringed at Clark's anger. "Mr. Wilson, we don't know either ..."
"We checked them... when we were on the ship."
"What a bunch of losers!" Clark kicked the nearest man, who fell to the ground, grimacing in pain.
"Mr. Wilson, I really question your ability to get things done." Kasper looked at the shocking scene and
couldn't help but shrug his shoulders.
The mafia had seen a lot of life and death.
This number of dead people was nothing in his eyes.
"Mr. Kasper, don't worry, I'll get another boatload of people back." Clark took a deep breath,
suppressed the rage in his heart, and said to Kasper, "I don't want our cooperation to end. Give me one
more chance. Okay?"
"Mr. Wilson, you had the Wilson Group burned some time ago, and now these goods are dead, how
can you make me continue to trust you?" Kasper sneered, "I hope Mr. Wilson can show some
sincerity."
Inside the factory, they were having a secret discussion, while Jasper outside the window was deeply
shocked by the scene inside!
These people ... simply took human life as nothing.
He could barely hold the camera in his hand!