Just as Dillon opened his trembling mouth to answer Damien, there was a soft knock on the door.
Tristan quickly excused himself to answer it and came back a few moments later.
Dillon used these few additional minutes to figure out what to say, but his mind continued to blank.
He could no longer use the weather as an excuse, and because he was so close to catching Julian previously, he couldn’t say that there was no trail.
Tristan walked over to Damien and whispered something into his ear, then handed him a small object.
Dillon was still nervously standing still, staring at the floor when he heard Damian chuckle in a deep voice.
"Well, well. Today is your lucky day indeed. It seems like your men were being held in the holding cells with other captives. They brought back some news", smiled Damien. freёwebnoѵel.com
He lifted the object, holding it between his fingers.
Dillon looked up and saw a familiar bullet. "This! Where is this from?", he asked with wide eyes.
"Haha, your little underling brought it back with him. Along with the news that the government base has been wiped out", laughed Damien.
He stood up from his chair and walked over to Dillon.
"This is your last chance. You, yourself, will go out this time and find Julian. Don’t come back until you do!", he said grabbing Dillon by the collar of his shirt.
Dillon held his breath, nodding his head. The sweat had already begun to seep through his clothes, creating dark spots on his back and underarm areas of his shirt.
As soon as Damien let go of him, Dillon quickly scurried off to get ready to find Julian himself.
"Pathetic dog", spat Damien.
"Hopefully this time he will produce results. Your methods are as effective as always", said Tristan, walking over to stand beside Damien.
"Ha! If only I could go out there myself! I hate relying on others...well except you. You’ve never once failed me", he grinned.
Tristan looked at him expressionlessly, "You honor me. Now if you excuse me, I need to send vital data to the labs. It seems this version of the drug has bred cannibals"
"Go. Tell them to stop being useless, I’m tired of these nonstop setbacks", sighed Damien. He was so close to achieving his goal.
As soon as Julian’s head gets delivered on a silver platter, he will personally lead the charge to take over the country and lead the world into a new era.
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On the other side of town, Rayne and Julian were finally approaching the rural areas where most of the farming and agriculture was done.
The once fertile fields were now overgrown with weeds, replacing the usual sight of seasonal vegetables.
"The poultry farm should be right up this hill over here", pointed Rayne.
They drove up the hill and pulled down a long gravel driveway. As they got closer to the barn, Rayne opened the window and heard the clucking sounds of chickens inside.
"Oh my goodness! I think we’ve found them!", she called out happily.
Julian parked the car in front of the barn and stepped out of the car, walking over to open Rayne’s door for her.
"Thank you", she smiled and hopped out.
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