New order

Meanwhile…

"Those damn reapers!" Dane growled, punching the inside of the backseat door like a maniac. "I'm going to kill all of them. All of them!"

He was panting and grinding his teeth, his chest heaving in and out heavily. The corner of his eyes sharpened, laughing evilly through his gritted teeth. 

"That's it," he breathed out. "They want to die so bad? Fine. I'll send them all to hell where they belong to rot."

Another wave of laughter echoed in the car, making Romnick and Alfred in the front passenger seat look at each other. Right now, they were heading to another hideout after hearing about the situation at the port. Dane's plan was perfect. They almost succeeded in securing the shipments and taking down the headache of the Interpol, Elliot Dunkel.

But alas, the Reapers just happened to have a more crazy idea to spoil their plans.