I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!-Chapter 1155: Ebonhart

"Did you hear what I said, Elliot Dunkell?" Hera stretched her neck from one side to the other, calming down her nerves before it could kill her. "I said I don’t care. If one of my men dies while in custody, I’ll make sure to hang all of your heads outside the Interpol."

"Why even send them in the first place?" Elliot hissed. "By sending your men in the Interpol, were you expecting us to treat them as guests?"

"I expected you to welcome them with open arms."

"You’re not making any sense."

"The Interpol is full of rats, Elliot. All I did was send out some cats to haunt them down for you. Is being your tiger mom for a few days not enough?" Hera rolled her eyes. "Fine. I’ll take you back and lock you up in the library next time."

"You’re insane."

"I hope you remind yourself what I am before opening your mouth next time." A glint flickered across Hera’s eyes as she started unbuckling her seat in the cockpit of the chopper. "Also, do what I asked you to do. Dig everything you can find about the Five Secret Families. I need them tonight."

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"Hera, I —" Elliot winced when the line disconnected, glaring daggers at his phone. Did she forget the welcoming party she threw in the Interpol’s territory? Not only did she want Elliot to babysit her people, but she also wanted him to look up the legendary Five Secret Families.

"I don’t curse a lot, but I might learn all of them while dealing with her." He let out a deep exhale, imagining his workload at the moment. Elliot shook his head, stretching his arms and limbs until he felt his body warm up a little.

"Fine," he told himself. "I’m not backing down."

With all the mountains of paperwork that needed to be done due to his absence, Elliot dialed a friend from the CIA for some help. Although he knew the CIA didn’t know much about this secret society, this person in the CIA might know someone else who knew about it. After all, Hera wouldn’t contact Elliot about this if Wolf was already aware of this.

Elliot didn’t even wonder why Hera was asking him to do this instead of doing it on her own. After all, she got many resources for getting information about someone. He simply did what he was told, not because he saw Hera as his boss, but because Elliot believed Hera asked him for a reason. He just got to trust her at the moment.

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"Hera, I —"

Hera ended the call before she could hear more of Elliot’s whining. She snapped her eyes at the windshield, catching their base from the distance. When she caught an unmoving chopper in the vacant lot, she squinted her eyes.

"That’s not mine," she said, eyes glinting maliciously. "Don’t get too close. I’m setting that on fire."

Hera crawled her way to the back of the chopper, picking up a missile rifle. Joker, on the other hand, piloted the chopper carefully. He hovered in the sky, spinning slowly to give her the right angle to set that chopper on fire.

That wasn’t theirs.

Although the Reapers owned a few choppers, including a few jet fighters and private planes, all of them knew if one wasn’t theirs. That chopper wasn’t theirs. Hence, it’s easier to conclude it was the enemy’s property.

Not long after, Joker felt the strong wind to where he was as Hera slid the door wide open.

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[REAPER’s BASE: LIVING AREA]

Ram sat on the armchair leisurely while Wolf idled on the first step of the stairs. Some members of the Reapers were also scattered around, eyes on the three fellows that came to their base. Ram quietly studied the three men, one of whom seemed to be in his late teens or early twenties. The other two seemed more like bodyguards, standing behind the young fellow seated across from Ram.

"You said your name is Ulysses Ebonhart?" Ram spoke, watching the young man nod with a smile. "And you came here to talk to Hera Cruel regarding her current dilemma?"

The young man with a calming pair of cerulean eyes and clean ebony hair maintained a friendly composure despite the arms surrounding them. "That is right. I want to help her."

"Help her?" Ram raised a brow as he intuitively glanced in Wolf’s direction. When he looked back at the young man, he continued, "And how are you going to help her, and why would you do that?"

"Because she’s my cousin — we’re second cousins, to be exact," the young man named Ulysses intoned. "That is why I want to help her!"

Ram rocked his head. "You two are cousins, huh?"

"On her mother’s side," Ulysses clarified. "I haven’t met Auntie Felice, but I heard many things about her from my mother. They got along well, she said. And my mother has always been concerned about Felice’s child."

"I see." Ram nodded in understanding. "She’s so concerned about Felice’s child that it took her quite some time to show that genuine concern."

"My mother was in a bind and only now can we make our move. Moreover, Hera Cruel was known as dead for many years," the young man explained. "So, those years aren’t counted."

Ram just kept nodding his head, eyes on the young man. "If you want, tell me what you want to discuss with her. I’ll relay your message to her."

"I don’t mean to offend, but I can’t." Ulysses shook his head. "What I have to discuss with her is a matter of utmost importance. I cannot entrust this to you or anyone else."

"If I were you, just listen to the wise guy," Wolf commented from the stairs. "Let him relay your message because I don’t think you’d want to meet Hera."

"I’ve heard she is just like what I heard she is," Ulysses answered politely, but sternly. "Even more so, I have to tell her it myself."

"You do not understand, son." Ram let out a shallow breath. "We were attacked just now, and it happened while she was talking to my colleague. Considering the situation, she might not be in the mood to talk when someone just tried to conquer her humble abode."

Ram let out another deep exhale. "I’m saying this out of the goodness of my heart. You don’t want to meet —"

BOOM!

Ram and everyone winced slightly while others instinctively ducked upon the explosion. Ram shut his right eye, turning his head to the window in the corner, only to see the chopper on fire.

"She’s here," he muttered, shifting his eyes back to the young man. "And it seemed she set your ride on fire. How are you going to go home now to your mother?"

Ulysses slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to the shattered window. His mouth fell open, but before he could think of anything, everyone around the area had their guns pointed at him. The other two who came to guard him also pulled up their guns, but with all these weapons aimed at them, they knew it was futile.

"No one comes in here and gets out without Hera’s permission," Ram spoke calmly, watching the young man look back at him with slightly shaky eyes. "I forgot to tell you that when I invited you in."