Chapter 1135: Time to pay respect
[Interpol: Headquarters]
"Take them all in!" Elliot shouted at his men as they led the men in cuffs on the special bus and police mobile. "They are members of the Reapers! Do not lower your guards!"
Elliot took a deep breath, looking around at the members of the Interpol and the other officers who came as their reinforcements. People claiming to be Reapers were now in handcuffs. Elliot managed to surround them in time before they could even wreak havoc.
Most of their faces were familiar because Hera tortured him by making him memorize all the files she gave him. Half of the people Hera sent were actually hostages and prisoners of the Reapers. After all, Hera had been busy raiding cartels, mobs, and other criminal organizations before Elliot crashed his own funeral. Even after that, Hera hadn’t stopped with her activities, as if telling the world the real dealhad returned from the dead.
’Even so, the other half were actually members of the Reapers,’ he said, glancing at some injured enemies around. ’Though I don’t see any underboss anywhere.’
Elliot clenched his teeth, knowing he would get a pat on the back later from the General Assembly. He also had an explaining to do with the dead body in the conference room. However, that didn’t bother him at all.
What bothered him was that this wasn’t the first time this happened. There were some instances in the past that they would think they caught the Reapers. Or at least, they made some progress by catching a person associated with the Reapers. But now that Elliot got to know Hera, all those achievements and celebrations in the past were nothing but shameful.
It was like a slap on the face.
"Take them all in!" Elliot yelled once more. "The injured will be treated in the infirmary in prison. These guys are awfully skillful in escaping."
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Meanwhile, as the Interpol cleaned up the area and more reinforcement was coming to assist, Tiger stood far away from the area. He watched everything through his binoculars, whistling.