Chapter 16: A passerby

The sudden sound stunned everyone in the freezer, and their movements stopped.

Anatoly and the person in charge of the warehouse, Curry, looked at each other, trying to confirm if the noise came from one of their own.

They quickly realized it hadn't.

Anatoly was the first to react, immediately raising his gun to the iron gate and asking coldly, "Who!"

"Just a passerby," came a voice from outside the iron gate.

Passerby?

Anatoly naturally didn't believe that.

He stared at the iron gate and asked again, "Who the hell are you!"

Except for the two parties involved in the transaction, no one should be here.

So, the person outside must be a third party!

Realizing this, the others quickly reacted, imitating Anatoly and pointing their guns at the door. As soon as anyone dared to break in, they would pull the trigger without hesitation, turning the intruder into a hornet's nest.

"I'm just a passerby. Can we all sit down and talk?"

"Talk about your mother! Get the hell out of here if you don't want to die!"

"Get out—"

Accompanied by the tooth-piercing sound of metal rubbing, the iron door slowly opened.

Immediately afterward, a figure appeared in front of them.

"Good evening everyone, it's quite lively in here."

Facing the muzzles, Paul smiled and greeted everyone in the warehouse.

Everyone's eyes were on Paul, noticing the circle of C4 bombs tied to his jacket, the red light constantly flashing, and the steady beeping sound that shocked everyone present!

The Russian Ross gang members and the others broke into a cold sweat, their index fingers frozen on the triggers. Whether the bomb was real or not, they didn't dare take the risk!

'Where did this guy come from!?'

Faced with this situation, Anatoly twitched his face, and the others were equally terrified.After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath and took two steps forward.

"We are the Russian Ross gang. Do you know what the consequences of this will be?"

Paul didn't answer immediately. He walked into the warehouse, turned around, closed the iron door, and locked it, shutting himself and everyone else inside.

Now, no one doubted the bomb was real.

Otherwise, Paul wouldn't have cut off his retreat like this, putting himself in danger.

He was a ruthless man!

Even the gang members, who had seen many villains, felt a chill in their hearts and swallowed hard.

The person in charge of the warehouse looked at Anatoly and said in a low voice, "Damn, is this guy an enemy of your Russian Ross gang?"

Anatoly glared at him. "I don't know him. Isn't he your enemy?"

"I don't know..."

As they spoke, Paul walked up to them and said cheerfully, "Let's sit down and talk calmly."

Calmly? In this situation?

"Who are you, and what is your purpose?"

Anatoly, with a livid face and eyes full of menace, combined with a burly body like a brown bear, exuded a strong sense of oppression.

"I've already said I'm a passerby."

Paul looked around and added, "By the way, could you stop pointing guns at me? If my heart rate exceeds 120, the bomb will detonate."

"What!?"

Hearing Paul's words, everyone's faces turned pale, the beeping sound now a grim reminder.

Heart rate over 120 would trigger the bomb?

They were on the fast track to hell!

"Put down the guns, all of you!" the person in charge of the warehouse quickly lowered his gun and shouted to everyone else.

He seemed afraid that his volume would scare Paul, so he lowered it thoughtfully.

Anatoly forced a smile he thought was kind. "You're very reasonable. We should sit down and talk calmly. After all, you're our guest. Someone, get our guest a cup of coffee."

Seeing Anatoly pointing at him, the head of the warehouse's mouth twitched. This was his territory. Since when did he become a subordinate? What qualifications did he have to command him?

Given the situation, the person in charge of the warehouse had to comply.

Ensuring the heart rate of the madman strapped to a bomb didn't exceed 120 was paramount. Otherwise, everyone would die together.

Surrounded by two gangs, Paul sat at the metal table, surrounded by gang members.

Anyone who saw this scene would think it was three different gangs negotiating.

Who would have thought one person had kidnapped everyone with a bomb?

The person in charge of the warehouse brought a cup of coffee to Paul, trying to persuade him: "Brother, why don't you take off this bomb first so we can talk? I think this design is a bit unreasonable. The heart rate limit of 120 is really low. If you get a little excited, we'll all disappear."

"Indeed!" Anatoly nodded in agreement.

Paul slammed the table and stood up. "I worked hard on this explosion mechanism, and you doubt its rationality!"

The red light on the bomb flickered wildly, and the beeping sound became rapid.

Seeing this, the subordinates were so frightened they threw down the pork and quickly lay on the ground with their heads in their arms.

As for the two bosses, they suppressed their instinct to drop to the ground and immediately tried to calm Paul.

"Don't get excited. Take a deep breath. We're just suggesting," the head of the warehouse said, shaking his legs.

"Yes!" Anatoly quickly agreed.

"That's right. I'm not the type who refuses to listen to suggestions."

Paul scratched his head sheepishly, returned to his seat, and the beeping sound became steady again.

Seeing this, Anatoly and the person in charge of the warehouse breathed a sigh of relief.

But their mood plummeted.

After the scene just now, they were convinced of the bomb's mechanism.

If Paul's heart rate exceeded 120, they would all die here!