Destroying My Own World

Chapter 25: Found you.

Mykel watched as the giant demon was being carried with a crane onto the cargo ship. Rumors started to go around about Mykel and the mysterious person that he was going to do business with. They had so many speculations, but none of them were near the truth because they didn't even know the Redshield.

"It's done, the money has been sent to your headquarters," A man in a gray suit said. He was Alfredo's trusted advisor that dealt with all the business overseas. "It's a pleasure to do business with you, Misfsd Mykel," he continued as he offered his hand for a handshake.

Mykel shook the man's hand and then watched the ship sail as dozens of choppers guarded it from above. The man then went back to his private jet and flew back to the United Kingdom since he had no more business there.

"Good morning, Sir," Anderson said as he looked at Mykel leaving the secured gate into the air site.

"Morning," Mykel replied without batting an eye and then left.

Anderson had been promoted to major in the army for his amazing feat, and he was stationed at the airport and managed the whole area. Eric also got promoted and he became a captain in the army which was also stationed at the airport.

They both knew with whom Mykel was doing business, and they were told to shut their mouths about it. Of course, they did what was told, but that didn't mean they didn't do some research about the Redshield family.

"How could he have the authority to sell that thing? Isn't the president have to get involved in this since that thing could be the most precious thing we might have?" Eric asked as he walked next to Anderson.

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"What makes you think the president didn't get involved? Do you know how much money Mykel got from selling that thing?" Anderson asked back as he looked around and hoped nobody was listening to their conversation. "That thing could bring billions of dollars," Anderson nodded up and stared at the biggest cargo plane he had ever seen.

"Yeah, there were a hundred container trucks that came in this morning. We both saw the money was being transferred. There should be tens of billions of dollars back there," Eric said.

"All we know is that the Rebirth Guild is so powerful now. They have less than twenty Awakeners, and yet they could take over the whole city on their own. As we speak, they will only grow more powerful," Anderson answered. "The president gained something from this as well, that's why he let the Rebirth Guild do whatever they want," Anderson continued.

"Let's stop talking about this and grab lunch," Anderson said. "I hope Anzel is fine out there. He has been on a mission to take back the cities out there," Anderson sighed as he looked at his phone.

Eric nodded with understanding and went to the cafeteria to eat lunch.

Mykel was on his way back to headquarters as he stared at his phone. He suddenly stopped scrolling as he looked at an article made by the user that he had been looking for. The article was released three days ago, and it was about the Redshield family and his infinite wealth.

"So you're still alive, that's a good sign," Mykel said as he put down his phone and looked outside the window. "Let's find where you live," Mykel continued and planned to ask someone to track down the user's information.

As soon as Mykel went back to headquarters, he went to the floors where his employees worked. He asked them if there was someone who could track someone's IP address from a website.

"I can, Sir!" A man raised his hand and looked at Mykel with confidence.

"Come to my office," Mykel said.

Mykel told the man what to do and straight to the point that made the man feel nervous. The man knew why Mykel was interested in the user because he could read the articles and what it were all about. As he was doing his job, his head couldn't stop thinking about it, and bothered him a bit.

"I found the person's address, and even his name," The man said.

"Let me see," Mykel said as he leaned his head at the screen. "Huh? He's way closer than I thought," Mykel smiled as he chuckled.

"Is that all, Sir?" The man asked nervously.

Mykel didn't say anything as he grabbed his pack of cigarettes from his suit pocket. The silence made the man more nervous because he knew that Mykel knew what he saw was something that should be kept a secret.

"Edward Hugh. You have little sister and a mother in the apartment on the hundred and fourth street. Their apartment room is thirty-seven, isn't that right?" Mykel asked as he lit his cigarette.

"Y-yes Sir..." Edward nodded his head repeatedly became he never thought Mykel would know his name and where he lived.

"A single word coming out of your mouth about this. I'll make sure you see the death of your sister and mother, do you understand?" Mykel asked and stared into Edward's eye.

"I swear on my life and I swear to God that I won't say anything. I'll try to erase this from my head!" Edward answered as he started to tear up.

"Good, now go back to work. I'll pay you triple the amount of your paycheck for a year. That's if you decided to stay," Mykel said. "I suggest you stay so I can monitor you. Or you can leave, but you will have to say goodbye to your family," Mykel warned.

Edward nodded his head repeatedly as he sobbed in fear. He then left Mykel's office as he wiped his tears and went straight to the restroom to clean his pants.

"Why do you specifically bring us here? Is there someone important that you want us to meet?" Aurea asked as she looked at the apartment in front of her with Jeanne and Elena next to her.

"Something like that, but I brought you guys here because I think you guys might be interested. Let's head in," Mykel said as he entered the apartment.

Mykel asked the receptionist and mentioned the man's name, Harold Erickson. The receptionist hesitated to give him where Harold lived, but then Mykel put a thousand dollars on the desk. The receptionist immediately gave the room number to Mykel after he took the money.

Mykel stood in front of the door and knocked on it gently. They were quiet and tried to listen to hear if there were any doorsteps coming from behind the door.

"Yes? Can I help you?" An old man with messy hair and round glasses looked at Mykel through the small gap in the door.

"Harold Erickson, I'm interested in your article. You might think I'm suspicious to know where you live, but you should know who I am, and I'm curious about the Redshield family," Mykel said.

Harold looked at Jeanne, Elena, and Aurea who stood right behind Mykel. Jeanne and Elena gently smiled at him to show that they meant no harm, except Aurea who had been judgingly staring at him.

"Yeah, I know who you are. You're Mykel Alester," Harold said.

"That's right, and I have been doing business with Alfredo Mayer de Redshield. I need to know what kind of man he is," Mykel nodded his head as he kept his distance between him and the door to put Harold at ease.

"You're playing with the incarnation of the devil," Harold said and he looked at Mykel with pity. "Come in, I'll give you everything I know," Harold opened the door and let them in.

Mykel looked around and saw so many books about demons on the shelves inside his apartment. He then looked at the desk and table that were filled with papers, and he saw the same symbols that the Gatekeeper had.

"Do you want tea? Coffee? Or perhaps whiskey?" Harold asked. "You look like someone who enjoys alcohol, so whiskey it is. With rocks or not?" Harold asked again.

"I'm fine either way," Mykel answered.

"What about you, ladies?" Harold looked at the three of them.

They all shook their heads because they were still confused as to why they were there. All they knew was that it was about Alfredo and his family, Redshield. They realized about the books and the papers around them, they wondered who Harold was and why Mykel was interested in him.

"Please have a seat," Harold said as he pointed at his dining table and put the glass of whiskey down.

They sat down and looked at Harold who was busy searching for something in the drawer. He then came back and sat down with a pile of papers and documents in his hands.

"I would ask anyone who came to me if they believe in demons, but I guess that question is no longer necessary," Harold said and chuckled. "This time, I'm going to ask you if you believe that demons have been living among us in the past few centuries?" Harold asked as he looked at Mykel.

Mykel emptied the glass in a single gulp, and then said, "Go on. I'm listening."