The Overworked Beta and the Paranoid Alpha 26

Chapter 26: Shit!

“Shit!”
Peter cursed. Fortunately, he was quick to react and managed to dodge the laser bullets. The bullets hit the wall, leaving fist-sized black, powdery craters.
The muscles in his calf stretched and contracted as he moved, pulling at the wound. The pain made Peter break out in a cold sweat. He didn’t dare to stop, so he could only bite his tongue and endure the pain as he continued to flee.
“Don’t even think about running!”
Romeo shouted from behind him.
If I don’t run, should I wait to be shot?! Peter screamed in his mind.
At this moment, in the entertainment venue, the gamblers who had been sitting at the tables playing cards had long since scattered like frightened rats upon hearing the gunshots. They then gathered together, pushing and shoving to get to the entrance of the butcher shop that led to the ground floor.
“Get out of my way!” Qiuyue roared, pulling out his gun and firing two shots at the nearest unlucky person.
The unlucky person fell to the ground, clutching his stomach, his eyes rolling back as he convulsed. He soon took his last breath in an unnoticed corner.
Seeing this, the others scattered again. Peter and Qiuyue took the opportunity to run out.
“They’re getting away!” Romeo said, covering the ear with the micro-communication Bluetooth earpiece. “I’m going after them.”
“Be careful.”
On the other end of the line, Wen En threw an Alpha who had charged at him over his shoulder, breaking his arm. The Alpha screamed in pain. The Alpha’s other hand was holding a gun, and he subconsciously pulled the trigger.
The bullets sprayed everywhere, killing two of Peter’s men who were struggling on the ground.
What a useless teammate.
Wen En’s knee pressed on the Alpha’s neck. He quickly grabbed the hand holding the gun. Wen En suddenly exerted force, and the joint connecting the hand gripping the gun and the wrist twisted a full one hundred and eighty degrees.
“Ahhhhhh—”
The Alpha screamed again, but soon, he couldn’t.
The gun, which was still being held tightly, was now pointed at the Alpha’s thoracic spine.
The Alpha subconsciously pulled the trigger. A large amount of blood seeped from his back.
The Alpha’s strength was drained. He fell to the ground, his back still faintly rising and falling.
Wen En took the gun and delivered the final blow to his head.
“Phew…”
Wen En slowly exhaled.
He looked around. The people who were a threat to him had either already run away or were already dead.
He picked up the remaining guns from the Alphas and put them in the pouch at his waist.
A slight vibration came from his smart glasses. Wen En blinked to see what was going on.
It was a message from Della. Della said they were on their way to provide support.
Wen En nodded, confirming that he had received the message.
“How are things on your end?” Wen En brushed the hair from his forehead and briefly touched the ear with the micro-communication Bluetooth earpiece.
No one answered him.
“Romeo?” Wen En frowned, a bad feeling creeping into his mind.

Why wasn’t Romeo answering him? Wen En thought, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
“Clang—”
Suddenly, Wen En heard the sound of metal rolling and hitting the tiled floor. Wen En subconsciously turned his head to see the source of the sound.
A black, thermos-shaped object rolled in front of him.
Wen En turned and ran.
“Hiss…”
The black object quickly emitted a pungent white smoke. Damn it, it’s not a bomb?! It’s a smoke grenade?
Wen En thought, tearing a piece of tablecloth and covering his nose. But he underestimated the power of the smoke. In just a few seconds, his head became dizzy, and his limbs felt weak.
Big trouble. This is no ordinary smoke grenade.
Wen En grabbed the leg of a table and gradually collapsed to the ground. His vision was a white fog. Footsteps approached. Wen En didn’t have time to think. He just felt his eyelids were very heavy.
He closed his eyes and lost consciousness.
Not long after, two figures slowly appeared in the white fog. Both were wearing protective masks.
The two came to Wen En, grabbed his pant legs, and dragged his body. They followed the corridor, left the underground entertainment venue, and returned to the butcher shop on the ground floor.
Peter was sitting in a seat in the butcher shop, drinking water. Qiuyue was kneeling by his leg, bandaging the gunshot wound on his calf.
Next to Peter stood a hairy man with a unibrow. The man was an Alpha, and the smell of his pheromones mixed with the smell of blood in the butcher shop, making him look very dangerous.
The man looked down at another Alpha man lying on the ground, who looked similar to him. This was his twin brother.
Both were the “watchdogs” of Peter’s entertainment venue, usually disguised as butchers.
Today, he had come to the shop to take over his brother’s shift, but he hadn’t expected his good brother to be taken down, lying unconscious on the ground.
At that moment, he heard a considerable commotion from inside the workroom door. He thought that his brother’s unconsciousness must be related to this commotion.
So, he picked up a baseball bat from the side, and seeing the door push open, he almost hit Peter, who was walking out.
Peter glared at him, signaling that the person was behind him. So he timed it right, and after Qiuyue followed him out, he swung the baseball bat in his hand again.
With one swing, a person let out a muffled grunt and fell to the ground.
Peter knelt on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief. “Drag him over. By the way, there’s another one inside. Call some people over, bring some anesthetic smoke grenades, and then you all take care of him.”
After thinking for a moment, Peter said, “I want these people alive. I still have questions for them.”
The “watchdog” nodded.
The “watchdog” called a few people over. Two of them went in with weapons and smoke grenades. Not long after, the two dragged the unconscious Beta from the entertainment venue.
“Search them, and then we’ll leave,” Peter ordered Qiuyue.
Qiuyue nodded. He followed Peter’s orders and searched the two. He soon found the earpieces and glasses on them.
Qiuyue stood up and walked to the microwave oven not far from the counter. This was where the staff usually heated up their lunch.
Qiuyue put the earpieces and glasses in the microwave, set it to the highest power, and timed it for ten minutes.
“Alright, we can go now,” Qiuyue said.
The “watchdog” nodded, picked up his brother who was lying on the ground, and the other two subordinates next to Peter picked up the unconscious Wen En and Romeo.
Just as they were about to leave, Peter suddenly said:
“Wait.”
The others stopped and looked at Peter with confusion.
Peter whispered a few words in Qiuyue’s ear. Qiuyue said, “Got it.”
Qiuyue bent down and opened a nearby cabinet. Inside was a safe made of synthetic steel. Qiuyue opened the safe and took out a square metal box.
There was a safety latch on the box. Qiuyue released the latch, and a string of numbers suddenly appeared on the metal box.
03:00, 02:59, 02:58…
“Let’s go.”
Qiuyue threw the box into the storage room and followed Peter and the others, leaving together.

Ten minutes later.
“Heavens…”
RV, Della, and Claire got out of the car and looked at the scene before them in disbelief.
In the middle of the dilapidated neighborhood was a large black crater. The blast wave and debris from the bomb had also injured many passersby.
Many people were clutching their wounds, sitting by the roadside, waiting for medical assistance.
RV was a retired soldier from the Interstellar Demolition Force. He recognized at a glance that this was a crater left by a very powerful bomb.
There was some building debris in the crater, as well as a lot of post-explosion debris. There was no sign of life.
Based on RV’s judgment, the explosion was so powerful that if Wen En and Romeo had not escaped before the bomb detonated, they would have had no chance of survival.
Claire’s face was pale. She knew Romeo’s personality and knew that he would die before her one day, but… she hadn’t expected him to die so soon.
Claire’s feelings were complicated. After all, they had been work partners for several years. For him to die just like that, even if she was cold-blooded, she would still be affected.
She walked to a tree, picked up a fallen leaf from the ground, and gently placed it in the black crater.
Rest in peace, Romeo, Claire thought. Your assets are all mine now. I will make good use of them. Oh, no, I will treat them well.
Della, standing to the side, frowned at the two of them.
What are these two doing…
Della looked down at the electronic screen in her hand. A moving location was displayed on the screen.
This was the location transmitted from the listening device placed on Charles.
Della did not believe that Wen En and Romeo were dead. She clicked on the electronic screen, and another location soon appeared. It was a well-known fact that all equipment from the F.I.A.D. armory was equipped with GPS tracking.
This location overlapped with the location of the listening device on Charles.
This further confirmed Della’s thoughts. As expected, Wen En and Romeo were not dead.
Della glanced at the two people standing by the crater.
RV: Squeezing out two tears from the corners of his eyes.
Claire: A very exaggeratedly sad expression.
Della: “…Enough.”
Della said irritably, “They’re not dead. Can you not be so dramatic?”