Jackson and Adonis didn't say a word. They quietly signaled their crew to hand over all their weapons to X Organization, no arguments, no fuss. Being unarmed didn’t bother them one bit. If things went south, it definitely wouldn’t be N Organization that ended up losing.
“Let them through.” Once the guards made sure every last weapon was collected, they waved the cars forward and radioed Hans.
“N Organization is in the control zone.”
“Got it.” Hans frowned, looking genuinely confused. The whole point of asking for their guns at the door was to put N Organization in their place a little, maybe shake them up. But these guys? They just gave in, no problem.
That wasn’t right. Not even close. This was nothing like how N Organization usually did things.
“Anthony, isn’t it weird how cooperative they’re being? You think they’re up to something?” Hans asked, glancing over at Anthony, who stood by the window, tall and imposing.
This was N Organization, after all. Their boss, “N,” was supposed to be fearless, the kind of person who never played by anyone else’s rules. Why would they just agree to this?
Anthony pressed his lips together, eyes dark and stormy. He was quiet for a second, then said, cool and clipped, “Yeah, something’s off.” They were acting way too easygoing, like none of this even mattered. It didn’t feel like they were here to negotiate. It felt like they were here to take over.
“Tell our people to check everything, twice,” Anthony said, his voice low and rough. He took a drag from his cigarette, then crushed it out in the ashtray.
On the other side of the base, N Organization’s cars rolled into the heart of the compound.
Doors opened. Jackson and Adonis got out first, eyes scanning every corner. When they were sure it was safe, they nodded to the back seat.


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