Although the middle-aged man hadn't received a feedback signal from the timer, he couldn't rule out the possibility that the bomb had been activated, and that there might be a problem with the feedback.
They didn't want to stay within ten meters of the bomb and bet on the chance that it wouldn't explode.
That was a lethal weapon of thirty kilograms of plastic explosives. If they were within ten meters when it exploded, it would be useless no matter how skilled they were.
Several hundred meters away, the young man glanced in the rearview mirror, but couldn't see the van anymore.
He asked, "What do we do now?"
Looking at the darkening sky, the middle-aged man pondered for a moment before he shook his head. "I was hoping to lure Batman out and uncover his real identity, but it seems the chance of that happening is low."
The young man frowned. "We should be able to lure him out without needing to make a fuss, right?"
