The boss was deeply confused. In all his years of working in intelligence, he had never encountered such a situation.

Just when he was about to visit the red house, the encrypted phone rang.

"I was going to report to you. What? What about Director Smith? Yes, yes, I understand."

The boss waited and hung up the phone.

"Go back to El Paso."

He thought for a minute and then spoke over the intercom.

"What?"

The detectives were a little confused.

Such a big operation was canceled just like that?

"If anyone wants to stay, I can sign a letter of resignation for him immediately."

The boss said coldly.

The detectives shut up again. The minimum salary of those present was $60,000 a year, as well as other incomes. This kind of job is not easy to find.

The Chevrolet convoy came and left in an aggressive manner, leaving only ruts.

And high up where they couldn't see, a man wearing a broken mask was looking down at them coldly.
Chapter completed!