Chapter 991

Chapter 991 The Heinous Crime He felt as if he was being amalgamated into the freezing-cold air that was gushing out. Once the box was opened, the temperature within the factory dropped sharply.

“F*ck, why don’t you get up?”

Dixon attempted to drag the man inside the box out but quickly realized that the frozen body was stuck to the freezer.

Furrowing his brows, he threw the box’s thermostat a glance and saw that it was minus twenty-seven degrees.

“Can he still be alive at such a low temperature?”

The man was clearly not showing any signs of life. Has he been frozen to death?

“How is that possible?” The frowning Dixon instructed everyone, “Quick, open up all the boxes!”

Upon receiving his orders, his men began opening them one by one.

Given the extremely low temperature of the boxes and the fact that it was a winter night, the entire factory suddenly felt like the North Pole.

It was so cold that everyone couldn’t help but shiver.

“What’s going on?”

Dixon roared in frustration, “You fools! Were you trying to kill them all by setting such a low temperature?”

There were no survivors in any of the tens of boxes there.

Every single one of them had met a miserable end.

From the way they looked, it wasn’t difficult to imagine how much they suffered before succumbing to death.

A cruel fate was what met them in a foreign land despite the hopes of a new life they harbored.

Thereafter, Dixon glared at his stupid subordinates. How am I going to get paid now that all of them are dead? After all the money and effort I’ve spent to bring them here for Blackhand Mafia, I ended up with nothing at all!

Dixon’s subordinates trembled at his rage. “Mr. Haddock, we didn’t know… We did check them on the ship.”

“You imbeciles!” Dixon gave the man closest to him a kick, sending him crashing into the ground in excruciating pain.

“Mr. Haddock, I’m beginning to have doubts about your capabilities.” Wilson shrugged while staring at the gruesome sight before him.

Given Blackhand Mafia’s inherently dangerous activities, death was considered business as usual.

As a result, the scene before his eyes didn’t bother him at all.

“Mr. Wilson, don’t worry about it. I’ll bring in another boatload of people.” Taking a deep breath, Dixon suppressed the fury within him and pleaded, “I hope that our cooperation can still continue, so please give me another chance, all right?”

“Mr. Haddock, how am I going to trust you now that Haddock Group has been burned down and all these men are dead?” Wilson ended his sentence with a scoff. “You had better do something to prove your sincerity.”

While the men were negotiating inside the factory, Spencer was so shocked outside the window that he could barely maintain his grip on his camera.

These men have no regard for human lives at all! How con they commit such heinous crimes? All those poor souls they smuggled from Alendor have been killed just like that, yet they don’t feel any remorse at all. They negotiate os if they are trading meat in the market. Do the lives of these pitiful men mean nothing to them?

The thoughts going through his mind caused Spencer to tremble with rage.

The urge to dash into the building and bring the men to justice began to swell within him.

Nevertheless, he suppressed the anger he felt and instructed the men beside him, “Don’t move hastily until Mr. Nolan arrives.”

No sooner had he spoken than someone suddenly stepped on a tree branch.

The crisp snapping sound that resulted drew the attention of Dixon and his men.

A frosty expression flashed across Dixon’s face as he barked, “Someone’s here!”