Chapter 772: Crunchy and the Disappeared Two People and Molting

"Pay attention to safety!"

Watching Ted take people onto the train heading to Denuozhou, Robin waited for a while before coming out of the platform.

He returned to the manor and went to see Fran for the first time.

"People have already left?", Fran signaled Robin to close the door, and then pointed to the chair opposite him.

Robin walked over and sat down, "Yes, I watched them get on the train."

As long as you spend money, the railway company doesn't mind sending out another train.

Almost all railways in the Federation are currently operated by private individuals; after all, they spent money to build the railways, so how to operate them is definitely up to them.

The federal government simply can't get its hands in this regard; the Congress once tried to pass legislation to let the federal government not say complete control, at least have a certain decision-making power, but it couldn't take effect.

Under the lobbying and sniping of capital, the proposal was passed around among several people, and then there was no follow-up.

In fact, this is also an alternative blackmail method for Senators; they can claim to the outside world that they are drafting a proposal that has a huge negative impact on certain enterprises.

In order not to let this proposal really become a fact, capitalists will start to stop him.

Mainly by throwing money.

In order to let Ted trigger this big war as soon as possible, Fran specifically coordinated and spent a little more money to get this temporary special train.

After all, it is now during the war, and a large amount of industrial materials and products are continuously gathering from the north to the south, and then sent to the front line.

The impact of adding a train temporarily is not small, and it may lead to delays in some shifts, and for the major railway companies in the Federation now, this is exactly the time they cannot make mistakes.

However, looking at Fran's face, they still added it.

Fran was a bit emotional at this time, a bit desolate, "What kind of surprise do you think they will bring us this time?"

Robin was born in the most prosperous period of the Perez family, so for him, the Perez family is always the strongest in his heart!

Even if they sometimes encounter small setbacks, they will eventually cross over.

"Ted has been working for the family for these years; his personal ability, experience, these aspects, I have never worried about."

"He should be able to achieve victory; this time he brought at least two or three hundred people; even if he can't severely damage the Lanse family, he can let them understand that they are just a small character in a remote area!"

Robin said these words almost without pause; his strong self-confidence made Fran couldn't help but laugh loudly, "I like your idea, Robin."

"Do you know?"

"Your grandfather left me a sentence when he left, which has great significance to me; now I give it to you!"

Robin's grandfather can also be considered a legendary character; he is the one who pushed the Perez family to the peak!

For this grandfather who didn't have much impression, Robin is also very respectful.

Since he was a child, he liked to come into contact with the stories of the family elders, such as how a few people, a few horses, and a few guns could rob a special train escorting gold.

Or a dozen people in the family looted the post office convoy.

At that time, banks were not convenient, and the main way of capital flow was the post office; the post office convoy meant hidden huge wealth, but it was also very dangerous.

He liked to listen to these legendary stories, as if he were in a fantasy adventure of a big era; he felt that if he could be born decades or a hundred years earlier, perhaps he would also become a legendary figure in the Perez family!

Instead of being like this now, many people feel that his success, everything he possesses, comes from his background.

Looking at his son sitting straight and checking his appearance, Fran couldn't control himself from laughing; this is also the reason why he likes this son.

On one hand, he is very much like himself, has always been with himself, and is very close.

On the other hand, while having the fashion of young people, he also pays great attention to tradition.

At his age, at this status, he realized that "tradition" does not refer to things that happened in the past and people in the past, but refers to him!

"Your grandfather lay on the bed, let others leave, and only left me."

"He said to me—"

"Never lose the courage to fire the first shot, and don't forget to think when facing difficulties."

"Family is always our strongest backing and strength!"

He vividly learned the words his father said to him, and his face also carried emotion, "His words taught me a lot, and the more things I go through, the deeper I feel!"

"Today I teach these words to you; this is also the responsibility imposed on you, Robin."

"Don't let me down!"

Robin nodded, "I will become an amazing person, Father."

Becoming a "legendary character" is his mission to himself!

After four days of rushing, Ted finally arrived at the place where Miluo's body was parked.

A morgue, inside there is a high-power freezer; the state police are handing over some legal issues with his lawyer here.

Regardless, now that the person is dead, as a victim, they didn't grasp the evidence of Miluo's crime, and it was impossible to grasp it, so the State Police Department didn't make things difficult for Ted who wanted to see his son again.

When signing the last document, the Sheriff in charge of this case looked at Ted, whose eye sockets were red, and gave him a suggestion, "I give you a suggestion."

Ted nodded, "Please say."

The Sheriff

Tears welled up in Ted's eyes in an instant. He stared wide-eyed at the sheriff, "Thank you for the reminder, but that is my son."

"I will take him back, not a handful of ash!"

He was gritting his teeth as he said these words; although his religious faith did not mind him taking back a handful of ash, he did not want to do so.

The sheriff looked at Ted and finally sighed, "Prepare yourself mentally before you go in. I won't be going in."

He patted Ted on the arm, a gesture of comfort and encouragement.

Ted took out a handkerchief to wipe his eyes. Although "a tough guy crying" might make people think he was weak, the people around him did not think so.

They all knew how much Ted loved his son, and they understood the despair and pain after such an emotion was shattered.

The lawyer put the documents away, "You can go in now. You can stay with him alone for a while first. If you need anything, call us."

Ted nodded. He put away his handkerchief, then came to the morgue next to the state police station and walked inside.

Milo's body had already been pulled out. Honestly, when his body arrived, the state police coroner had vomited.

You have to know, what kind of big scenes hadn't these coroners seen?

The homicides on the interstate highway were the most numerous, the most dangerous, and the most terrifying!

The bodies they had to deal with were all strange and bizarre, for example, a pile of bones gnawed on by wild dogs or wolves?

Or some "big shot" left in a rotten ditch, bloated and leaking fluid at the slightest touch.

They had handled all sorts of bodies, but Milo's body was definitely the most impactful, and the one that made them feel how much malice this profession was filled with.

Crispy on the outside, tender on the inside—that's all one could say.

Moreover, it was very difficult to handle; the outer shell was already hard and brittle, and it would shatter at a touch.

This also led to the fact that he couldn't be stuffed into the freezer at all. In the end, there was no other way; they could only dismantle him and reassemble him, taking him apart and piecing him back together.

So, the moment Ted saw Milo, he started vomiting. He didn't even dare to look; he couldn't look at that body!

He couldn't believe this was his son!

After vomiting for a good while, almost nothing came out; it was all just mucus from his stomach.

He could be considered a man who had seen big scenes; he didn't even know how many people he had killed, and all sorts of tragic sights had long since had no effect on him, but...

He told himself that was Milo, his son. He took a few deep breaths, turned around again, then looked back, and started dry-heaving.

After struggling for more than ten minutes, he finally truly prepared himself mentally.

Looking at those meat chunks that looked like they had been roasted, the brittle leather, and the orange-yellow fat, he finally could only close his eyes.

He touched Milo's cheek with his hand.

It didn't have the feeling it used to; it was uneven. His mind was filled with that terrifying face. He turned and left immediately. He had decided: he would take Milo's ashes back, not the body.

This body would make Milo a laughingstock for the Perez family!

He would not allow his son to be denied honor after death and also become a topic of conversation for people!

He found the coroner and explained the situation. The coroner did not refuse; anyway, they would hand such matters over to specialized people.

Ted paid double the money, so the people from the crematorium arrived quickly.

They walked in with calm expressions; they didn't have too much discomfort regarding Milo's body. After all, they had seen too many such situations in this line of work.

Sometimes, if it was half-burned and the fire went out, or if some orifice was blocked and it wasn't burned clean, they always had to pull it out to take a look and process it again.

Even if it was burned too much in one go, they would pull it out, flip it over, and stuff it back in.

So it was just a... brittle shell.

Ted stood outside the morgue smoking. He couldn't help but glance into the morgue again. He saw a young man from the crematorium actually using his finger to tap on Milo's brittle shell.

In an instant, a violent emotion began to spread from the bottom of his heart. He directly crushed the cigarette he had just lit and hadn't taken many puffs of in his palm, bit by bit. Even the scorching cigarette butt was extinguished directly by him.

He looked at the smiles on the faces of the two crematorium workers who were chatting, and his expression became increasingly cold.

Soon, with the effect of money, Milo was directly placed into a crematorium furnace that had already been heated to temperature. One of the workers even smiled and said to Ted, "Sir, you will need to wait for two hours. I personally suggest you can... go for a walk nearby."

Ted nodded, took a deep breath, and then turned and left with his men.

He didn't leave the crematorium; he just came from inside to the car outside.

He just sat there, occasionally glancing at the crematorium chimney, watching the black smoke rising from it.

No one dared to talk to him. He must be angry to the extreme right now; no one wanted to look for trouble.

More than two hours later, he had smoked more than half a pack of cigarettes in the car, then left the car with a cold face, not forgetting to bring his dagger.

Soon, he met those two workers by the incinerator. They were pulling Milo out of the incinerator.

Actually, you could still see some things on it; not everything could be burned away, for example, bones.

The bones calcined by the big fire were already stark white, but on the iron plate under the bones was a patch of black and white fluffy filth.

Seeing Ted return at this time, the two workers were a bit embarrassed, but they didn't offer much explanation.

They took a specialized tool, wiping up the floating ash on the iron plate while smashing the remaining bones.

Finally, these things were mixed together and packed by them into an urn.

"All of him is here."

Ted reached out and stroked the urn. Although it was very cold, it was better than before.

He glanced at the young man who had "offended" Milo in the morgue and hooked his finger at him.

The young man didn't understand why, but he knew these people were definitely big shots, so he walked over obediently.

The next second, just as he was still wondering what this gentleman had to say to him, a dagger was plunged directly into his neck, and then slashed outward.

Half of his neck was cut open directly. The young man turned his head in terror; his head had lost the traction of some muscles and skin, and the angle was somewhat startling.

The other employee watched all this in terror. Before he could even run, he was stabbed in the chest by one of Ted's men.

"Clean this up, motherfucker!" He bent down and wiped the dagger on the young man's body. After wiping off the bloodstains, he inserted it back into the scabbard and then left holding the urn.

His men lifted the two people and threw them onto the incinerator platform, pushed them back into the incinerator, and followed their previous operation, lighting the fire directly.

The big fire blocked everyone's sight in an instant, burning fiercely.

More than an hour later, when the other two employees came to take over the shift, they didn't see anyone, only the blood on the ground and the incinerator that was still burning.

The two thought the blood on the ground was spilled while handling a body, and they cleaned the floor while grumbling.

Another forty minutes passed. They pulled out the incinerator platform, looked at the obviously abnormal ashes on it, and were stunned for a while.

"Burned a fat guy, no wonder the smoke was so black."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and began to process it...

From this day on, no one knew where the two workers had gone, or why they had disappeared.

On the day Ted took Milo away, Lanse already knew the news.

Just as Christopher had arranged for people to watch Alberto's body, Lanse also arranged for people to watch near the state police station.

When they saw Ted's men transport the body away, they called Lanse and then followed them the whole time.

"It doesn't take this many people to pick up a body. The news Burton told me is that they brought at least two hundred people."

Lanse sat in his chair smoking, "So besides taking Milo away, they are also coming to find trouble with us."

The militants always knew how to express themselves at this moment, "Fuck them!"

Hiram waved his fist and shouted, which was met with everyone's laughter; they were already used to it.

The submachine gun not only opened other people's skulls, but also opened Hiram's soul!

He was a free, unconstrained soul!

Lanse nodded in agreement, "Yes, as long as they come in, fuck them!"

"The question now is, do they plan to drive into Likai State, or do they plan to take the train here?"

"If they plan to drive, we still have to wait a while before we can meet them. After all, there's still quite a distance here."

"If they plan to come by train..."

Lanse shrugged, "No matter how they plan to come, we will prepare a super surprise for them."

"Tell the brothers to be prepared. As long as they dare to come, we cannot let them leave alive!"

At this time, Ted was also considering this problem: whether to go by car or by train.

"If we go by car, it's hard for us not to encounter state police. They will reveal our information, and we might be ambushed halfway."

"Taking the train is relatively safer. We have cover, and the train's speed is very fast. Unless they blow up the tracks, they can't stop us at all."

In the hotel, Ted's confidant was discussing with him how to go.

These were undoubtedly two not-so-smart methods, because no matter how they went, they would be discovered in advance.

Because taking the train would be a temporary special train, the major railway companies in Likai State would definitely know the news in advance.

As one of the most important ports, Jincheng must have a very good relationship between Lanse and these railway companies.

After all, offending Lanse meant that their trains wouldn't be able to continue doing business on this route.

So as long as Lanse inquired, they would definitely be exposed.

Ted licked his lips, "There is another way: take a boat."

"We need some little tricks. Arrange for some people to drive cars, put some dummies in the cars, and find a way to attract the attention of the Lanse family."

"The others and I will take a boat over. Lanse and their headquarters are not far from the port. By the time they react, we will already be in their faces!"

Ted gave what he considered a perfect choice with his decades of wisdom. After the others discussed it for a while, they also felt there was no problem, so they quickly decided to execute it this way.

They got several buses in the city, and they didn't hide it from anyone, doing it with great fanfare.

After dawn, everyone got on the buses and headed toward Likai State. This scene fell into the eyes of the informants developed by Burton.

For ten dollars, he decisively called Burton.

But what they didn't know was that after these cars left the city, they turned directly and headed toward a small town by the sea. The boat the Perez family had arranged was already waiting at the pier.

Along the way, Ted was very calm and didn't show any pride in his own wisdom.

He just wanted to avenge his son now!

(End of chapter)