Fucked-Up Revenge III

After being chewed out, Semala was fully awake now, his face dark with gloom. But what occupied his mind more was the content of that call.

His goods!

What goods?

Could it have been the batch of powder that had just arrived yesterday? Fuck, if something had happened to that shipment, his losses would be enormous. It was worth nearly three million.

Semala immediately pulled out his phone and called his men. It rang for a long time without anyone answering. Semala instantly sensed that something might have happened. He got out of bed, threw on some clothes, went downstairs, got into his car, and rushed toward the place where he stored the goods.

When he and his men opened the door, they saw that the guys responsible for guarding the goods were still asleep. Semala wanted to put a bullet in every one of them. He walked over and viciously kicked one man in the thigh, but to Semala's surprise, the guy did not react at all.

"Molina! Molina!"

"Alanis, you bastard, wake up."

Semala called out several times, but none of the three reacted. "Bastards, fuck, what the hell is going on? Search the place. See if that shipment is still here."

They searched the entire room but found no sign of the crates. Now Semala believed the earlier phone call. "Wiggins? He actually dared to touch my goods." Semala gritted his teeth, looking ready to eat someone alive.

Just then, one of the men on the bed groaned and slowly woke up. Semala immediately stepped forward, grabbed him by the collar, and roared, "Molina, I told you to watch that shipment, and you fucking went to sleep like a log? The kind nobody could wake up? Where are the goods? What the hell happened last night?"

Molina,