Chapter 289 Burried In Wool?
Liam took over the wheel the moment they lost the cops. There was no negotiation, no debate — he just looked at Dickson and said, "Out."
Now, the car crawled slowly along a dusty stretch of road. No traffic. No pedestrians. Just an empty industrial zone filled with silence and faded warning signs.
Liam’s eyes narrowed as he spotted the place. A large fenced compound with razor wire coiled along the top like a snake waiting to strike. A few battered trucks sat idle outside, parked beside stacked crates and oil drums. The building itself looked like a forgotten factory — square, old, with rust crawling across its sides like mold. But Liam knew better. Factories didn’t hide in the shadows. This one reeked of secrets.
He killed the engine and let the silence settle.
Dickson looked out his window and blinked slowly. "Okay, what the hell is this? Some kind of abandoned military base?"
Liam shook his head. "Crimson Hand. Most likely one of their storage sites. They’ve been moving crates in and out since morning, and Vanessa thinks they might be carrying modified serums."
Dickson sat up straight, eyebrows raised. "Illegal stuff?"
Liam gave him a sharp look. "Extremely illegal. Highly dangerous. Potentially lethal."
Dickson grinned like he just got handed free tickets to an underground fight club. "Oh hell yeah, I’m coming."
Liam blinked. "Wait, what?"
"I said I’m coming with you," Dickson repeated, already unbuckling his seatbelt. "Come on, my life is way too boring lately. I need a little chaos."
"You need a psychiatrist," Liam muttered.