At this moment, the villa on top of Autumn Canal Mountain was shrouded in heavy smoke, with large billowing flames devouring the surrounding trees.
Fire trucks circling their way up the mountain, the sirens wailing echoing across the slopes, but it was too late. Ten times the amount of C4, sparing nothing in the Hilltop Villa.
Ivan stood outside the car, quietly waiting for the person inside to exit.
After a while, the man inside did not leave, so Ivan called softly, "Mr. Jackson."
No response.
Morris Jackson, having dialed an uncountable number of times, was constantly met with the recorded voice announcing unreachable connection.
His numb fingers kept dialing, repeating over and over, to the point that it seemed he'd crush the phone...
"Have you contacted all the bodyguards?" Morris looked up. His jet-black eyes were indescribably profound.
Ivan bowed his head, "I have tried to contact all of them, but received no response so far."
