Chapter 1045: Twenty and counting
[Interpol]
"How many?" Elliot inquired on the phone, staring at the board full of pictures and key information about the organ trades he had been following for years.
"Twenty..." said the man on the other end of the line. "... and counting."
"That’s not all," Elliot replied. "Find where the rest of the members of the Scorpion are. If they’re not dead, they probably fled."
"Yes —" the person on the other end of the line suddenly halted. He looked at his comrade rushing to him, reporting another of their finding in the port. He nodded and then refocused his attention on the phone. "They found children. At least two dozen of them. We assumed they were the commodities to be shipped out tonight."
Deep lines appeared between Elliot’s brows, glancing at his phone for a second. "Take care of the victims. Notify me if there’s more development in the case. And find out if there were containers that had drugs and arms."
"Yes, sir."
With that being said, Elliot hung up the call. Keeping the phone in his hand, he rested his knuckles on his hips, eyes on the board before him.
"She really is back," he murmured, taking a photo on the long table behind him and pasting it on the board. Looking at it, his expression turned darker.
In the past, Interpol also handled cases of organ trade, as it was just as huge as drugs. Though it was much more inhumane. What he could remember aside was that some of their biggest operations went all for naught because of one group. Before they could even move, the ringleader of an organ trader was already dead, and the business was already taken care of.
It was why Elliot couldn’t believe when rumors about the Reapers had started circulating in the underground. After all, he knew who had taken care of those people in the past and that Interpol did nothing aside from cleaning up the mess they left behind.