I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!-Chapter 1217: Mission A: COMPLETE.

Meanwhile, on another island...

Ram squinted as he jumped onto the shore, only to see countless fallen men and some choppers sinking into the ocean. This was the meeting place for the five families, but it suddenly looked like a war zone.

"Tell everyone to stay back," he ordered the person behind him. "And raise the anchor just in case."

"Yes."

Having said that, Ram approached a fallen soldier nearest him. He squatted down, checking if the man had a dog tag. The fallen soldier had, but it wasn’t like any of the dog tags Ram knew from any military forces. It had a different insignia of a notorious mercenary group.

"But they’ve already fallen."

Suddenly, Ram gazed up as he heard a helicopter heading to the island. His guard immediately skyrocketed, expecting an enemy, and then relaxed when he recognized the chopper following behind it.

"Is that?" Ram squinted and then sighed as soon as he saw Wolf by the open door. "They made it."

But it still wasn’t safe to land. Hence, Ram waved and pointed signals, watching the chopper lower before Wolf jumped down from the ladder.

"What happened here?" Wolf asked aloud, only to see Ram shook his head. "Did you see Primo?"

"Primo?"

"I sent him here beforehand because the new head of the Ashton warned me about something."

Ram looked around, understanding why this island looked like the result of a war. Primo had been here? But the question was, was Primo alive?

As the thought crossed their minds, they suddenly caught a big bike jumping out of nowhere. The two old folks furrowed their brows, sighing as soon as they saw that broken metal arm flying around.

"I guess he is fine," Wolf remarked, although Primo’s prosthetics didn’t seem fine to him. "How did he break it?"

"That young lad is like a cat. And now, he’s a cat with a metal arm and eight more lives. It must be nice to have a natural shield on him," Ram commented, watching Primo approach them only to see that Primo’s arm fell off. "I wonder if he used it to shield himself with a grenade?"

Soon, Primo stopped in front of them.

"Damn it, Wolf! Are you planning to kill me?" Primo hissed. "This place was in the red when we came! They ambushed us!"

Wolf smiled. "You’re alive. Good thing."

"Good thing you are very reliable," Ram nodded approvingly. "So, how’s the situation?"

"They’re all dead!" Primo spat out arrogantly. "Those mercenaries — I used to lead them, you know? Did they think I’d let them get off so easily after they kicked me out?!"

"Huh?" Ram was confused, while Wolf didn’t even doubt it.

Primo was a man with thousands of stolen identities. He stole Primo Rossi’s identity. So there was no surprise if he once stole a mercenary leader as well.

"Anyway, some of them already gave up when they saw me." Primo tried to wave his hand, only to realize he had broken his prosthetics. "Tch. How much do you think Moose will charge me this time?"

Wolf hummed and wondered. "Why does he need to charge you?"

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"Moose are only getting those prosthetics from Joker’s lab. They’re a part of Joker’s research under Hera’s orders in case we end up handicapped. So, those were his prototypes."

"What?!" Primo gasped before anger swelled in his chest. "He’s just stealing them!?"

"No, they’re junks."

"And he charges me for junks?!" Primo’s face turned red in anger, remembering how Moose was counting Primo’s money right in front of him when he paid him for the arm.

Wolf, on the other hand, could only feel sorry for the guy. Although Wolf still wanted to sink Primo under the sea, he knew how it felt to be scammed by someone.

As for Ram, he couldn’t care less about Primo.

"By the way, did you tell Fig?" he asked, snapping Wolf and Primo to the matters at hand. "He might come in here. They hijacked the Capeti’s private jet, after all."

"Right." Wolf cleared his throat and took out a phone, dialing Fig.

The phone rang and was answered after half a minute.

"Hey," Wolf casually greeted the moment it was answered. "How’s the situation in your end?"

Fig answered after a moment. "Fine."

"What’s with the pause?"

"Nothing."

"Okay?" Wolf nodded. "And the head of the Capeti? How’s he?"

Fig glanced at the second son of the head of the Capeti and answered, "He’s fine. Deborah is playing with him."

"You didn’t kill him?"

"Why would I kill him?" Fig then shifted his eyes at Hunter, who was standing by the open door cautiously. He nodded at Hunter before he said, "If you’re talking about the former head of the family, we dropped him because we do not want to traumatize the kid."

Thinking that Fig was in the air, Wolf already understood how the man chose to end his target. Who was he to judge? Wolf shot down the head of the Ashton right in front of his family. The man just irritated him, and with how the Ashton Family was reacting, he did what he saw fit.

"I see." Wolf nodded. "Anyway, there’s no need to land on the island. This place is a mess."

"Where are we taking him?" Fig wondered.

"About that..." Wolf cast Ram a look.

"Take them back to the base," said Ram. "It’s safer there."

Wolf nodded. "You heard the man."

"Okay." Fig understood. "Is everything okay there, though?"

"Uh, yeah." Wolf cast Primo a look and said, "Alexander handled it."

"It’s a mission complete!" Primo announced proudly. "Is it a mission complete on your side?"

Wolf smirked and then cast Ram a knowing look. Ram indifferently shrugged, watching Wolf put Fig on speaker mode.

Fig didn’t speak immediately as he walked back inside the private jet. He sat down across from the new head of the Capeti and smiled;

"Mission A: Complete."

The men on the other end of the line grinned proudly, looking at each other with pride.

Their last mission as reapers was completed without a hitch.