Carmichael family mansion.
Julius Reed sat on the sofa, looking at the clock on the wall.
Twenty-three o'clock.
The night was deep and silent.
The moon hung high above the heavens, and outside the window, an owl was hooting.
"Huh!"
Julius Reed picked up a bottle of Coke, wearily tearing off the tab.
Drained it in one gulp.
The cold soda surged down his throat instantly!
It made him slightly more alert.
"Have you figured it out?"
He sighed, lifting his head to look at Templeton Lena in front of him.
"It's all clear now, Doug Martinez wasn't lying."
Templeton Lena spread a map on the table, marked with several red dots.
"Three groups have infiltrated! And they have reached a consensus, uniting together."
He pointed to three red circles, finally stopping at a line: "North Suburb Highway! After they converge, they plan to enter through this road."
"Prepare to make a move."
