Surviving the Apocalypse with my Multiplier System novel Chapter 91

They waited in a shady alleyway, observing which store the woman would go to. As soon as she walked into one of the stores, Ace lifted his hand, giving the signal to move out. The men hid themselves around the entrance of the store and waited for her to come out.

A short period of time later, she finally came back out. The minute she stepped through the doorway, they pounced on her, restraining her.

Ace placed the tape over her mouth, muting her screams. "Don’t worry, lass, you’ll be thanking us for bringing you to a better place later."

After fully securing the woman, Ace gave the orders to head back to base.

The trip back was uneventful and without any obstructions. Once they got back, Ace had the men take the woman over to the women’s quarters to get cleaned up while Ace made his way over to report to Dillon.

Dillon was currently getting ready to meet the higher-ups of the gang when he heard a knock on his door.

"Come in," he said casually while he buttoned up his shirt.

Ace opened the door and carefully walked in, trying to assess his boss’s mood. "Hello, boss, we just came back from our mission," he said.

"And? Did you find the weapon?" asked Dillon without turning his head to look at Ace.

Ace clammed up, hoping that Dillon’s anger wouldn’t flare up. "No, unfortunately it seems like whoever the shooter was got away... but I do have some interesting information!" he said quickly. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and his palms were clammy.

Ever since Dillon got promoted in the ranks of the gang, the power quickly went to his head, and he began to act more and more ruthless. Even his own girlfriend was treated more like an item than a human.

Dillon frowned but was too curious to blow up in anger. "What information?" he asked quickly.

"We found these bullets inside the dead bodies. They’re very different from any bullet I’ve ever seen, and also very heavy," Ace quickly said and held out the three cleaned black bullets in his hand for Dillon to see.

Dillon finished buttoning up his shirt and began rolling up the sleeves of his shirt while looking at himself in the mirror. Only after he was finished did he turn to look at the bullets in Ace’s hand.

While he was no weapons expert, he did feel that these bullets were a bit unusual. He picked one up, feeling its heft in his hand.

"You said that at the time of shooting, there was not a single sound?" he asked while studying the bullet.

There was a large room that served as a conference room in one of the lower-level rooms of the base. Dillon walked in quietly, trying not to aggravate anyone around him. While he was a small-time boss, in the grand scheme of the gang, he was still considered a small fry.

The room quickly filled up with people. All of the big shots sat in the seats around the conference table while the small fries like Dillon stood around the room.

There were many faces that he didn’t recognize but realized they must be so high up the chain that someone like him wouldn’t ever need to cross paths with them.

"Okay, let’s begin," said one of the men seated at the table. He was a scholarly man who wore glasses and gave off a cold aura.

"Outside of the usual updates, we are here to gather information from the teams that have taken up many of the missions that were off base and in the city. We would like to hear about anything out of the ordinary or any information that was gathered about the government," he said.

After the scholarly man sat down, Dillon got a peek at the man who sat at the center of the table. This man was about the same age as him but was very good-looking and aloof. He was sitting leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed and his arms behind his head.

It looked like he was enjoying a nap instead of attending a meeting. Dillon lowered his eyes instinctively. Even though this man looked so carefree, Dillon still felt a very dangerous aura coming from him.

The scholarly man began calling on the people who were standing around the room to give their updates, one by one. He opened his notebook, ready to jot down anything important.