The entire passenger hallway was silent and empty, Rebecca Smith waited for about another ten minutes.
She waited until the exit was sealed off.
"Dammit!" she stood up, almost smashing the gun in her hand onto the ground, "Where did it go wrong? Did Anna Hughes deceive me or is it a problem with my judgment?"
She was furious and was about to vent her anger on a scapegoat when her phone suddenly started ringing.
She picked it up, grumpily answered, and a calm voice on the other end said: "No need to bother with Shawn Clegg, Hank Clegg's corpse is already with me."
Rebecca Smith was taken aback and then asked hesitantly: "He ... is he really ..."
Hank Clegg's corpse...
How could he be a corpse?
Even though her heart had long wished this man dead, hearing that he had actually become a corpse.
In her heart, there was an indescribable emptiness, as if something extremely important was missing.
