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Chapter 117 - 117 41 I Want to Win the Kind of Win That Goes All the Way!

117: Chapter 41 I Want to Win, the Kind of Win That Goes All the Way!

(3129 Not Tricking Readers) 117: Chapter 41 I Want to Win, the Kind of Win That Goes All the Way!

(3129 Not Tricking Readers) The brother-in-law of the Chief Justice, along with two burly men in overcoats, opened Klauer’s front door.

“What are you doing?”

The SWAT leader realized his fate and looked at his brother-in-law, confused.

“Why did you bring people here?”

His voice trembled immensely as the person he was closest to had become his executioner.

It was too cruel.

Despite having already endured a series of blows, Klauer plummeted into an even deeper abyss of despair.

“Too many people have died, Raul.

I can’t cover for you anymore.”

“So, is that why you had Lily and the kids stay at your place?”

No one answered Klauer’s question.

The two men in overcoats held him down.

‘Bang!’

—————–

The night in Saint Rodu, the coastal highway.

“Boss, is it just the two of us?

Many other brothers also want to earn some ‘fieldwork’ with you.”

Jax shouted from his motorbike, asking Gru who sat poised in the passenger seat.

Gru, who had just secured the position of chief at Niangniang Temple precinct, wore an ill-fitting suit hastily changed at the scene of the press conference.

Dissatisfied, he tore off his tie and cursed.

“Those sons of bitches wear this shit every day.

Compared to a police uniform, it’s dog shit.”

Seeing that the boss had no intention of answering his question, Jax didn’t have the courage to continue asking.

He focused on riding the motorbike, driving towards the villa community by the coast.

Getting off the bike, Gru checked his phone and glanced at the time.

“Two-thirty, right on time.

Have you memorized the map?

We need to avoid the cameras.”

Jax nodded and confidently led the way to the gate.

Inside the community’s gate was a security guard’s duty room.

He walked straight toward it.

“It’s me, can I borrow a light?”

“No need to pretend.

There’s nobody here.

The camera at the gate has been broken for days, and the property management keeps dragging their feet on the repair.

Just follow the map I gave you inside, and you won’t have any trouble,” came the response from inside the duty room, the speaker apparently recognizing Jax.

“Haha, you’re as reliable as ever.”

Expressing his appreciation with a laugh, Jax turned around and gestured for Gru to follow.

“Jax, I’ve had enough of being a security guard here.

I miss the days in the police force.”

“Just keep at it, man.

Your current weekly salary is much higher than when you were a cop, and it’s more relaxed.”

After consoling his old buddy, Jax and Gru vanished into the villa community.

Tonks was already sixty years old, and the turmoil of the previous day had worn him out, so he slept deeply that night.

He was woken by the pouring water in the basement toilet.

“Good evening, old man.”

Gru leaned forward, pressing his knee against Tonks, and greeted him menacingly.

Jax brought over a chair for Gru so he could sit and savor the feeling of victory.

Shaking his head, Tonks once again focused, trying to ascertain if he was dreaming.

“Slap!”

A hefty slap landed, and Tonks’ left cheek immediately turned red.

Gru did not reach his position today by being kind or pious.

“Awake now, old man?”

Tonks, not replying to Gru, thought of many details that were wrong from the start.

“Did you stage the kidnapping?”

“Slap!”

Another hefty slap, this time on the right cheek.

“Daring to accuse without evidence, is that how you conducted yourself as a cop?”

“If I die here, tomorrow the police on the West Coast will start investigating.

Spare me, and you spare yourself.”

“Slap!”

“Gru, you’re still young, you…”

“Slap!”

“Don’t destroy your fu…”

“Slap!”

“I have money, I can give you a lot of money.

I have a mansion in Mexico, it’s all yours.”

Seeing Gru finally stop hitting him, Tonks pleaded with a whistling voice from the corner of his mouth.

“Gru, you’ve dabbled in small business too.

We’re all the same, just earning money, no need for all this violence.”

“Slap!”

“Old man, you didn’t say that when you were sending me off to death.

Jax, what did he say then?”

Gru sneered, asking his underling to help refresh Tonks’ memory.

“At all costs!”

“What are ‘costs’?”

Gru gripped Tonks’ neck firmly, long harboring the intent to kill this old man.

“I…

we…

Boss, we were always just ‘costs’ in his eyes.”

“Gru, isn’t that what being a cop is all about?

Besides, you’re already the action team leader.

I mean, let your men do it.

You’re different from them; you surely don’t need to get involved, right?”

Tonks defended himself desperately.

He couldn’t understand Gru’s obsession.

Having risen so high, why bother with quarrels over the lives of lowborns?

“Jax, did you hear that?

He says we’re different.”

“Sowing discord, deserving of death!”

Tonks could never understand, understand the pain of Gru and his brothers as they stepped up from the bottom, climbing each rung with knives at their backs.

Those words ‘at all costs’ from years past had already turned many of Gru’s brothers into mere ‘costs.’

Even the security guard at the entrance of the villa community was one such ‘cost.’

“I’ll promote you.

I’ll write the report tomorrow, promote you.

Is that okay?”

Tonks did not want to die!

He had earned so much money in his lifetime, yet he hadn’t had the chance to spend much of it; he didn’t want to die!

“Hahaha, you’re just a dog of the Democratic Party, but even as a dog, you’ve held me back for six years, old man…”

Gru took out a knife from his bag, intending to send Tonks off from this world properly.

“Aren’t you also Niusen’s dog, Gru, just another dog!”

Tonks said bitterly.

He wouldn’t accept it; he profoundly couldn’t accept it.

In the end, you too became a dog, what right do you have to judge me!

“You have no right to talk about me, Gru, you’re just another me!”

The hand organizing the knife paused slightly, and Gru revealed a cruel smile.

“I still have time, old man, you go ahead to hell and report in; my brothers who you’ve sacrificed at all costs are there waiting for you.”

Spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva with teeth, Tonks was filled with hatred.

“So you know you’re going to hell?

Smuggling, drug trafficking, I’ve seen clearly what you’ve done!

What right do you have to morally judge me!”

Upon hearing Tonk’s words, Jax took a sharp breath, realizing for the first time that Gru was involved in drug trafficking.

“No need to sow discord, old man, we’re all demons, and only demons are accepted by them.

But this doesn’t conflict with my desire to kill you; no matter how much you say, I’m going to kill you.”

Tonks’s eyes lit up, trying to persuade Gru to collaborate with him instead.

“I have a lot of stuff, recordings, videos, all of those big shots’, only I know where they are.

We’re both the same kind of demon, you can collaborate with me, and after you take over my position, you can use those things to climb even higher.”

With a contemptuous laugh, Gru backhanded him with a great blow to the nose.

“Who’s like you, Jax, run the bathwater.”

Hearing this, Tonks finally gave up struggling.

“Don’t run the water!

It’s in the box under the bed in the bedroom, take it, give me a quick end.”

Jax went to find the box, while Gru lit a cigarette and quietly sat on a chair waiting.

“Damn it, give me one!”

Tonks was filled with hatred.

Crying while smoking, he said in sobs and spits.

“We really are exactly alike, Gru, there’s no need to kill me.

When I was young, I also believed in the Republican Party’s doctrine, later I had no choice but to mix with the Democratic Party.

I understand you, we really could collaborate.”

“Do you know my ideal?”

In the bathroom filled with smoke, this forty-year-old corrupt cop spoke of his ideals.

“When I was twenty, I just wanted to be a butcher, happy to make two thousand Dollars a month.

But the slaughterhouse closed, and I couldn’t even get two thousand Dollars a month anymore.

Later, I became a cop, and as I started to earn more and more, my ideals were simple back then, just to uphold justice.

But justice, it’s laughable, so I became an outcast.

Gradually, I turned into what I am now, old man, you don’t understand, I’m not the same as you.”

“Ah~ Ah~ Put it down!

Put it down!”

Using Tonks’s eyes to snuff out his cigarette, Gru kicked the old dog down with a foot.

The butcher picked up a boning knife and plunged it into Tonks’s body from behind.

“Er~Er~”

To the end, Tonks didn’t understand why Gru didn’t wait for Jax to return before killing him.

At least confirm if those things I’m giving you are there!

‘Old man, I don’t want to be a dog, I want to win, the kind of win that’s complete.’

‘We’re not the same, not the same.’

Burning down a house was never simple; Gru chose to deal with any places that might leave traces first.

He and Jax, both veteran cops, naturally wouldn’t leave any evidence of their presence at the scene.

By the time the firelight of the villa finally woke up the nearby residents, the two were already on their way back.

“Still thinking about my drug trafficking?”

On the way back, Gru rode the motorcycle, Jax holding a bag of ‘materials’ sitting in the back.

“Boss, you will always be my boss.”

Gru wanted to laugh carefreely, but the cold night wind choked him into coughing.

“Cough~Cough~Cough!

It’s okay, Jax, I trust you.

You just need to know that I’m still that butcher, I wish we could have kept working at that crappy slaughterhouse.

No mess like this, not dealing with the dirty stuff, just two idiots who spend their paycheck on prostitutes as soon as they get it.

Those were some truly happy days.”

Jax didn’t answer but asked about another matter.

“Who’s the other guy?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Is it one of our brothers?

I feel we should give him a funeral where everyone shows up.”

Jax’s tone sounded somewhat melancholic.

“No, it was my teacher, that old guy has been wanting to die for a long time; don’t worry about him.

He’s not like me, he’s supposed to go to heaven.”

Gru’s tone was rather relaxed.

“Boss, next time something like this happens, just let me do it alone.”

“You brat, you think the honorable chief of police is too much trouble?”

“Boss, you know that’s not what I mean.”

Gru didn’t respond, just revved up the motorcycle’s engine a bit more.

The damp sea breeze relentlessly buffeted Gru’s face, but he didn’t feel cold at all.

The biggest gamble of the past forty years was, at the moment, all his to win.

In the future, Gru was confident to keep winning, to win right to the end.

The autumn days in Saint Rodu started to dawn later, but it was already six o’clock, enough to see the faint morning light on the horizon.

A new day had arrived.