Chapter 1818
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The signal jammer could mess with the base's network, but it didn't do a thing against the trackers. So, Santos wasn't sweating about losing Mirabella.
The security chief was glued to the computer screen. After a moment, he blurted out, "Is it really heading for our central zone?"
Santos stood there, hands clasped behind his back, and said, "Looks like it."
"Pretty gutsy," the security chief sneered, pressing his earpiece to update his team on the red dot's location on the screen.
Santos smirked. Cian's woman was anything but timid.
Once the security chief wrapped up his orders, Santos turned to him and casually asked, "By the way, how's Mr. Hartlee doing?"
The security chief had gotten an update from his team a few minutes earlier but hadn't had the chance to share it. He quickly responded, "If everything's on track, he should've nabbed the intruder by now."
Everything on track? Santos squinted, about to say more when Hartlee walked in. Upon seeing him, the security chief nodded respectfully. "Mr. Hartlee."
Hartlee acknowledged with a slight nod, his face shadowed with tension, and he carried a faint whiff of blood with him.
The security chief felt a shiver and peered towards the door before asking, "Are you... hurt?"
Hartlee wasn't in the mood for chit-chat and didn't answer. Instead, he shot a glance at Santos. "What do you want?"
He then turned his attention to the base map on the computer screen, where the red dot zipped around. "What's this?" he asked gruffly.
"A decoy," Santos replied with a knowing tone.
"Decoy?" Hartlee's eyes narrowed as he focused back on the screen. "The alarm's going off because someone else got in?"
While he was away, he'd only heard the alarm blaring again. He didn't catch any gunfire, thanks to the soundproofing and the distance between zones.
"Yeah," Santos nodded. "Weren't you out catching someone? Where's the guy?" The rightful source is F?nd-Novel.net
In a fit of frustration, Hartlee kicked over an empty chair, making everyone around him step back, afraid of getting caught in his wrath.
Curtis, hanging back with his head down, let out a small sigh of relief.
Santos watched Hartlee. Even though he'd guessed Hartlee's mission hadn't gone as planned based on his demeanor, hearing it out loud was still a surprise. With
Hartree seputati
not many
slipped through his fingers,
Hartlee seemed to read Santos' mind. He gave a cold smile and turned to the security chief. "I could've caught them, but you shouldn't have pulled the team back."
The security chief broke into a cold sweat, blindsided by the accusation. After a moment, he stuttered, "I thought you had it covered, so I... pulled the team
Hartlee cut him off sharply, "What am I, a magician?"
Knowing Hartlee's temper, the security chief didn't dare say another word.
Hartlee pulled something from his
pocket, unwrapping it from a paper towel, and added, "If it weren't for my
strong resistance to drugs, do you think I'd still be standing here talking to you?