Chapter Forty-Seven
“I think all you conspiracy bastards would know that by now,” Erik shouted. “You throw men at us. You throw Tin Men at us. Yaoguai. You even threw damned aliens at us, and we keep surviving. You think you can scare us off with fancy new weapons? We’ve fought s**t that would make you wet your bed and never be able to sleep again. We’ve risked our lives in ways you’d think were insane, and we’re going to keep doing it. Keep coming back and killing until there’s none of you left.”
“I see,” Luca called back, sounding more amused than angry. “You are a dedicated man. No one could doubt that. It’s brought you far, but dedication and bravery aren’t guarantees.”
Erik kept low as he walked to a thin seam between the stacks of crates and peered through. The maze of containers
