Chapter 40 - Inspector Campbell

"I've just received word that Inspector Campbell has arrived in town," Oscar said.

He was now standing next to Victor in front of the warehouse where the weapons that belonged to their Romanov family were located. Each weapon was made by Victor with the help of an ability and was intended for people who are under his influence.

"That means Thomas Shelby has already made his move.. " Victor said without turning around and entered the warehouse.

This warehouse was located in the heart of Birmingham. Any curious person would be able to find this place if he was lucky. But when Victor entered there, there was nothing there but empty shelves and dusty cabinets that were already covered with dust from the fact that no one had ever cleaned here.

Because everything was hidden in a special room that was hidden under an old painting hanging on the wall.

Approaching her, Victor pressed the mechanism that was located in the place where the eye of the person depicted in the portrait was, and when it clicked, it moved, thanks to which this picture opened like a door.

"We also have information that he came to recruit Protestant Irish," Oscar said as he followed Victor.

"You're wrong.. Do you know why we're here, Oscar?" Victor asked when they finally reached the place where they were going to come.

The room was equipped with steel walls. The ammunition shelves were neatly laid out in their places with a marking of which weapon it belongs to.

There were also cabinets where a large number of bulletproof vests hung. They were thin enough so that they could be worn over the naked body and hidden with a shirt. But despite the thin plate that was used in them, they are still able to protect the body from pistol bullets, since a small caliber was used there.

- "Didn't he come because of the strikes that are taking place at the weapons factory?" Oscar asked.

Instead of answering, Victor went to the racks where the weapons were displayed. Taking the Glock 17 pistol, he did not forget to take ammunition for it and began slowly inserting cartridges into the magazine.

Inserting the cartridges, Victor began to explain the whole situation to Oscar.

- "Such big personalities will never come because of some strikes, Oscar. If that were the case, would only 1 person be able to handle such things? I think not."

"The reason is that someone stole weapons from the weapons factory and now this inspector will be sniffing around here."

"And someone, this is Thomas Shelby, who now has that stolen weapon from the factory."

"If that's the case, don't we need to seal this warehouse completely? If the cops find this place, sooner or later they'll be on our trail!" - Oscar with a little gloom in his voice.

He didn't like the fact that because of this Thomas, who is a relative of his boss, they can now step on their tail. He never understood why Victor even agreed to be part of that family again. when he already has his own.

"Don't doubt me, Oscar.. You know I won't put our family in danger," Victor said, looking at Oscar, who was still unsure of his words.

"Why did you contact this Shelby family at all?" Oscar asked. He had been plagued by doubts for a long time. Therefore, he finally decided to ask what he had been thinking about for a long time.

- "Why?" - said Victor and then thought a little, after which he spoke again: - "Because of influence, authority and future opportunities. Oscar, if I say that in the future, this family will be a valuable ally in the future, will you believe me?"

After Victor's words, he immediately thought about it. Right. Victor is never wrong about what he does. This makes sense, because if this is the case, then each step with a valuable ally will not bring much more benefits instead of doing something alone.

"I've always believed in you.. Sorry.. I'm just a little on edge." Oscar said, scratching his head.

"It's all right.. This is the first time we are faced with such things and we will need to get used to it. After all, in the future someone will somehow put a spoke in the wheels at the time of the growth of our family. After all, who needs competitors?" - Victor said when he finished filling the magazine and pulled the bolt to make sure that the bullet hit the trigger mechanism.

Putting the gun in its holster, Victor looked at Oscar and said, "We will not seal this place. Instead, tell all the guys to get rid of any weapons they have."

- "I will definitely inform them!" Oscar said.

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A girl was sitting in a small room. She was holding a brush in her hands and drawing something on canvas. Every time she dipped her brush into the paint, the painting took on more and more colors.

The girl had long black hair that was gathered in a careless bun. She was wearing an ordinary housecoat. Instead of looking sloppy in this situation. The girl looked stunning.

"Are you drawing again?" a voice behind her asked.

She recognized the voice. It was the voice of a man she would never be able to forget. But now she didn't turn around to look at where the voice was coming from and instead continued to draw.

"When you're not with me, it's the only thing that can entertain me." - said Emilia gently moving the brush on the canvas, adding new touches to his painting.

Victor, who was looking at the girl, couldn't help but shake his head at her words. Perhaps she really has the right to behave like this at the moment.

When he looked at her like that, he suddenly had an image of a woman in his head who was also sitting and drawing her picture. This woman was his mother in a previous life when he was still Mark, not Victor.

Every time he went to work, his mother always stayed at home and waited for him to return. And to calm herself down, she had a hobby as a drawing.

Victor's gaze trembled at this image in his eyes. He felt his legs give way for a second, which made him lean against the wall with his whole body.

Sliding down, he landed on the floor, but the trembling of his whole body did not stop. Since he returned from the war, he has had these attacks often.

Every time he remembered something that hurt his memories a lot, he tried to stay away from others so as not to show it to others, but now he couldn't even move.

- "Victor?" Emilia asked when she noticed that he had stopped talking.

When she turned around to look at Victor, panic seized her. Throwing away her painting supplies that she was holding in her hands, she immediately ran up to him.

Sitting on the floor, Victor kept one hand on his face covering half of his pale face. His attack did not stop, and the memories became clearer by the second, which made him even worse.

Fear, impotence and regret were the only things Victor felt right now. But when he realized that he was beginning to lose control over himself again, he suddenly felt someone take him firmly in his arms.

- "It's okay.."

- "You're with me now..."

When Emilia's voice sounded near his ear, he felt his emotions slowly begin to recover. He felt peaceful being in the arms of a girl and gradually he began to gain clarity in his head.

- "Thank you.." Victor said in a hoarse voice, wrapping the girl in his arms to snuggle closer to her body. To feel her presence, smell and voice like that was all he wanted at the moment.