Soldier Boy headed straight for the basement entrance without the slightest hesitation, his steps nimble, as though this wasn't his first time here.
"Sir?" A-Train couldn't help opening his mouth. After thinking for a few seconds, he swallowed his words.
Forget it. Father and son were just alike. Keeping quiet was a good habit.
Soldier Boy ignored him completely, walked straight to the innermost row of shelves in the grocery store, and kicked.
With a deafening crash, the entire shelving unit flew backward along with the iron door behind it, slamming into the wall hard enough to shake the store. The hidden basement entrance was completely exposed.
A-Train's pupils contracted. Transporting Compound V and handling shady business all happened here. He knew the place well.
But the question was, why did Soldier Boy know the basement entrance was hidden behind the shelves?
At the same time, a commotion immediately erupted at the bottom of the stairs.
"Who's there?"
"Someone broke in!"
Several armed gang members rushed up from underground, their dark gun barrels aimed at the intruders.
Once their eyes adjusted to the sunlight, one gang member instantly went pale. "Soldier Boy?"
The moment they recognized the newcomer, the hostility instantly vanished from their eyes. Some even began trembling as they held their guns, instinctively taking half a step back.
The owner of that handsome face had turned New York upside down lately. The news was everywhere, and the entire world knew he was a legend who had walked out of the past.
As they stood there at a loss, a figure in blue stepped out from behind Soldier Boy.
A-Train shrugged with feigned nonchalance. "Relax, he's one of us."
The gang members exchanged looks, then glanced at the badly bent iron door beside them, clearly unconvinced.
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