He took a drag of his cigarette and said indifferently, "Dealing with these small fries isn't hard, but if we can't find the head of the Analei Organization, the danger will always be lurking by our side. Moreover, that guy might know some clues about the mastermind behind the scenes. Do you have any ideas?"
Lu Bu'er shrugged, "Piece of cake."
Medanzo became interested, "Oh?"
Just then, a cold voice came from the walkie-talkie of a dead man, "Team One, Team Two... respond if you hear me! Why hasn't the bomb been detonated?"
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In the first-class compartment of Car Six, Kunta, holding the walkie-talkie, was sweating like rain. This senior assassin from Thailand was experiencing unprecedented tension because, in less than two minutes, he had lost contact with all five of his teams.
No matter how he called out with the walkie-talkie, it was like casting a stone into the sea.
The view outside the window was the glittering sea.
