Start with the Soul Forge

Chapter 268 268. For the physical and psychological safety of young people, please do not approach the priest

Mo Hao did not stay in Grayson's safe house for too long. He soon left and went back to prepare to assassinate the leader of the Blade Gang.

Of course, according to Mo Hao's usual way of doing things, even though this was about an assassination, he wouldn't mind staging a rainbow piercing the sun in the Polar Day City.

Compared to the sneaky backstab, the method of directly chopping down all enemies that block the way in front of the victim and crushing the target directly is more in line with Mo Hao's character.

Looking at Mo Hao's departing figure, Andy asked in a somewhat doubtful tone, "Boss, can we really trust him?"

Andy couldn't help but worry. For the mercenaries, the risk of selling the three of them to the Blade Gang in exchange for money was much lower than killing the leader of the Blade Gang.

Not to mention that they have no friendship at all, and no common interests to ensure that they will not betray each other.

In fact, even if the Blade Gang directly surrounded this place later, Andy would not be too surprised.

"You're asking the wrong question."

Grayson was maintaining the rifle in his hand. He answered Andy's question without looking up. "It's not a question of whether we can trust him. It's a question of who we can turn to for help now."

Grayson is very clear about his position in the police station. He is a team leader but not a leader. At most, he has some reputation after working for more than ten years.

But all this face is worthless in the face of the toughness shown by the Blade Gang.

Those street gangs that have made a name for themselves are more or less related to the company. Although Grayson has no idea what Andy and Tiger saw, the Blade Gang is acting as if they are fighting to the death.

But he knew very well that his boss, who only knew how to take money but not do anything and who pretended to be a messenger of justice on TV shows, would never do anything for them.

The police station would not protect them to the death. Grayson could even imagine what the consequences would be if the three of them asked the police for help.

First, they were reported by a few guys who they disliked, accusing them of collecting protection money, helping criminals get away with crimes, and selling case information.

The police station will then initiate an investigation, and in just three days, it will announce to the public that the investigation is complete, the evidence is conclusive, and the three corrupt policemen will be kicked out of the police force.

Without the profession of police, without the uniform that can intimidate others, even the low-rent housing that is provided as a welfare benefit will be taken back.

Then one day, thanks to the mercy of the Blade Gang, he and his family will meet again in the city's sewers.

This is how they ended up.

As for the question of whether Mo Hao could be trusted, Grayson himself could not answer it.

But for a drowning person, no matter if it is a straw or something else floating by, he will grab it tightly out of his survival instinct.

"Oh, I really don't want to call that guy." With a sigh, Grayson took out his spare cell phone and dialed the number he had already memorized.

Soon the phone was connected, and Grayson said directly and decisively without any nonsense, "Old Charlie, I'm in trouble. It's a big problem. If I'm not careful, I could die."

"So do you need me to arrange a funeral for you? In order not to scare other people, I suggest not burying the body. In fact, I doubt whether you will have a body by then. Of course, I will take good care of the beautiful Melena and little Michael."

A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone. It was an old friend who had known each other for many years and was always a bad friend with a bad mouth. "Get lost! You should go to hell and be raped by ten devils in turn. You are not allowed to get close to my son within a 10-kilometer radius."

"This is a very blasphemous accusation. Grayson, you will go to hell after you die. I will never officiate at your funeral."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Old buddy, I'm in a very dangerous situation right now. For the sake of our past friendship, put down the gun in your hand!"

On the other end of the phone, Father Charlie frowned, put down his gun, and stopped rushing out of the church.

He realized that his old friend was really in big trouble this time, and he didn't even ask him to protect his family.

The situation is more serious than expected.

Father Charlie put down the rifle in his hand, went back to the room to change out of his priest's clothes, then picked up a large backpack that had been prepared long ago and went out.

He walked to the parking lot, threw the backpack into the car, and drove straight to Grayson's house.

At the same time, he was still in contact with Grayson. "Okay, I've put down my gun, and of course the door is closed. I have no plans to go out for the time being. Tell me what you encountered, and I will help you solve the rest."

"K, can that man be trusted? Don't be so quick to deny it. He took Bob away. I was the first person to see the surveillance video at the scene. When he left, he went in the direction of the church. And I handled Danny's case. I know what Bob would want to do."

"I was wondering why no one came to my door in the past few days. You deleted Danny's case early on, so no one followed the clues and came to me."

My old friend helped a lot. If he hadn't deleted the records of the case, people from the company would probably have come to my door by now.

Grayson knew what Brown would do after Danny's death, so he deleted Bob's drunk driving case record so that Brown would have enough time to leave if he wanted to do something and succeeded.

Even the surveillance records that were finally handed in may have been tampered with.

It is difficult to fool the police experts by directly forging the footage, but it is very simple to destroy and delete the surveillance footage recorded by some cameras and then report that the surveillance footage is damaged and cannot be viewed.

"What happened to you?"

"The Blade Gang wanted to kill me. I had to die, but K saved me."

"You can trust me in killing the Blade Gang. I will provide you with intelligence support. I am already at your doorstep. Melena and little Michael will be fine until you come back."

After years of interaction, Father Charlie immediately realized what Grayson wanted to ask and what he needed now.

After that, both of them hung up the phone.

There was no reminder to be careful. For two old guys who had known each other for many years, such words never needed to be said.

If the other party really died accidentally during this operation, Father Charlie would continue to mock Grayson until his death.

Or maybe one day he would take the Blade Gang boss's head and place it on Grayson's grave to pay tribute to his old friend.

(End of this chapter)