"I am not sure……"
Marvin Sinclair sneered contemptuously, "What do we have to talk about? The gun is in your hands. Come in if you want to do it."
"There is no need to fight with swords, sir. I judge that what you are carrying in the van will cause irreparable damage to the valuable goods we store in the warehouse. This is not good for either of us."
The manager communicated patiently.
"So, you are going to let me go? If you are so kind, why not pay more wages to the dock workers, maybe they will go back to work." Marvin said sarcastically.
"This is the responsibility of the terminal handling company. In principle, we have no jurisdiction over the internal operational affairs of the business contractor."
"Come on, everyone knows about your relationship with the terminal moving company."
"You are free to think what you want, but this only represents your personal opinion." The manager smiled noncommittally, "How about this, I have a proposal that will allow both of us to benefit from it."
"...I have asked Mr. Elijah Marsh to forward this agreement before. You may not have seen it yet, so let me repeat it for you: Our company sincerely invites you to become the image spokesperson of West Coast Fruit Company. As a In return, our company will waive all prosecutions against you for any illegal behavior, and at the same time, we will pay you an endorsement fee of no less than five hundred pounds per year."
As if feeling the sudden heat, the parasitized ghoul's legs twitched. Fortunately, calm soon returned.
After a moment of silence, Marvin spoke:
"What is this, a surrender letter?"
"No, no, no, this is just a cooperation letter to solve the difficulties we all face. Those friends who risked going to jail with you through life and death, I guess they also face many difficulties in life, don't they? Even if You don’t need the money, but you can definitely use the money to relieve their financial pressure.”
"...As for your future behavior, as long as it is within the scope of legal compliance, we will not interfere with you in any way. You can continue to lead your workers and friends to fight for their freedom rights."
"As long as I keep silent about what's in the warehouse?"
"Of course. What happens here has nothing to do with you and your fellow workers, does it?"
There was another moment of silence.
"Will you really let me go?"
"Of course, I will guarantee the company's credibility. You should know that West Coast Company has always been known for its credibility, and we will not destroy the good reputation we have built for many years just because of you."
"Then aren't you afraid that after I come out, I will reveal what is here to the media and the public?"
"Of course you can do that. But what evidence do you have? Will the public believe a suspect with a criminal record, or will they believe a world-renowned global company? What's more, what good will it do to you?"
I have to say that the other party is really good at inducing others to make choices. The offer was indeed as touching as those offered to him by Freud and Lord Brandon.
But Ed also believed that if Marvin really agreed, the results waiting for him would not be as good as the manager promised.
Click, he heard the sound of Marvin lifting the lighter and lighting it. But fortunately, what he heard next was the sound of smoking and not the explosion of bombs.
"What if I refuse?" Ma Wen asked with a long breath.
"Of course, the decision is yours. You can think it over here tonight, but I would like to remind you that in an hour or two that thing in the freezer will be back to action."
There was finally a trace of cold murderous intent underneath the manager's calm voice. As if feeling this killing intent, the "hive" above the ghoul's head twitched as if it was electrocuted.
Everyone stopped talking. In the cold ice cave, Ed only heard the exhalation and inhalation of Marvin smoking. He was suddenly worried about whether he should trust this young man who was criticized by Marsh for "having his own way and being too extreme".
Finally, the smoke seemed
Burned out.
"Okay, I agree."
"Wise decision, Mr. Marvin Sinclair."
Click. After a while, the power supply was restored instantly, and the refrigeration and freezer hummed again. He could see through the one-eyed spider, and the outside was illuminated again with the bright yellow light of the incandescent lamp.
Although the ice in the cold cave stung his skin, it did not affect his flexibility for the time being. Ed put his finger on the trigger of the volcano pistol, held his breath, and observed every move with his one-eyed spider.
He judged that if a manager wanted to come in, he would probably go through the employee aisle instead of the cargo aisle.
And now is the perfect time for him to take action.
The door to the employee passage was opened, and two black iron security mercenaries entered the warehouse first. Sure enough, they chose to search the house first, and Ed immediately hid the one-eyed spider to prevent the other party from noticing.
After confirming that there was no one else in the warehouse, a slight sound of footsteps finally came.
Snap, snap, snap.
That's the sound of rubber soles. This elastic material makes the walking sound of leather shoes with rubber soles much quieter than that of real leather soles. It is both waterproof and wear-resistant, and can also reduce pain caused by long-term walking.
The only problem is that the cost of natural rubber remains high, making these shoes very expensive.
The moment the sound crossed the threshold, Ed pushed open the cabinet door with his elbow, stood up from the ice cave, and pulled the trigger at the location he had already predicted in his mind.
boom!
