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Chapter 910: Chapter 795: 5 Minutes Left (Please Subscribe!)
United States.
Suburb of New York.
Inside Boke’s villa.
After dinner, Boke sat in the living room watching the news.
The butler stood by, ready for orders, with two trusted bodyguards on duty inside the room, while a heavy rain poured down outside the window. The cool air came in from outside and blew directly at Boke.
"Click... thud... click... clack..."
In his hand, Boke continuously flicked open and closed his lighter.
It was a habit he had developed during his service; whenever he faced an extremely troublesome issue, Boke would take out this cherished lighter because the sound of it could help keep his mind calm.
At this moment, Boke was frowning deeply.
He was pondering over the matter involving Chai Ren.
He had sent people out to investigate in detail following two failures, but the results were frustrating.
The bodies of Mulaiel and his team had been found yesterday. 𝖓𝔬𝖛𝔭𝔲𝖇.𝔠𝔬𝖒
Just as he had speculated, over a hundred people, including Mulaiel, were not missing but dead, all of them in an uninhabited tribal ruin. It was only stumbled upon by accident by someone out hunting.
Until now, the death of Mulaiel could not be confirmed by them and was only classified as a disappearance because of the numerous black mines in Congo Gold, and God knows if they were captured to mine diamonds, although the likelihood was somewhat small.
Now that the bodies had been found,
it was definitely related to Chai Ren.
The key to the second plan was to send Chai Ren to the police branch office.
In that way, even if Moi were searching, by the time he found anything, it was probably too late, and the plan would have succeeded. However, the plan was once again thwarted, and now those African police officers are laying in a hospital, their lives effectively ruined.
To say it was unrelated to Chai Ren, Boke would not believe it even if he were killed.
Now, Boke was not afraid of Chai Ren.
What he feared were the people helping Boke.
Whoever could plan a rescue and a car accident in such a short amount of time was definitely not a minor character.
Moreover, they were ruthless, and if not for the concern about the aftermath, it was unknown whether those African police officers would even be alive now, dealing with a group whose intelligence and power exceeded his imagination and even that of the organizations from which he often bought intelligence that couldn’t provide a detailed description.
Last time, Chai Ren hadn’t dealt with him.
This time, he probably wouldn’t dare.
But.
It was uncertain whether the people helping Chai Ren wouldn’t make a move.
For this, he had specially hired over twenty Blackwater bodyguards to patrol and lurk around the villa.
He increased the security forces to prevent any unexpected incidents. At this point, Boke started to have some regrets, especially after seeing those nauseating photos. The cruelty of these people made him feel uneasy.
He wasn’t afraid of any fair and square methods.
But he feared those who, like him, didn’t play by the rules.
This was probably what all such people feared the most. They spent a lot of time doing things beyond the law or even manipulating the law for their own purposes. What they feared most were desperate fugitives because fugitives did not fear the law.
"Boom..."
A bolt of lightning was followed by a thunderous roar that shook the sky.
Boke’s heartbeat accelerated for a moment, then quickly calmed down.
The TV news was reporting a murder in New York City. A tycoon had been found dead at home, and the money and items from his safe were taken. The New York police initially suspected that it was the work of his mistress in cahoots with street thugs.
A collaborative crime.
Such things happened every day in America, and Boke was no longer surprised; he just feared that one day it might happen to him.
One walks the night road often enough,
It is inevitable to encounter ghosts.
He really didn’t believe God would look after someone like him.
"What do you think? Should I start pulling back now?" Boke muttered.
He was speaking to his butler standing behind him.
The butler was the person he trusted the most, managing internal and external affairs and taking part in many illegal activities. After all, they were in the minerals business—how could they survive without some means?
Legal or illegal, dead or injured, they had done too much of it.
And it was out of habit that he launched the first plan against Chai Ren.
Just wanted to spend some money to watch a show, knowing that he hadn’t hired an assassin, he had merely sent someone to leak some information about Chai Ren to Mulaiel, costing him less than half a million dollars in total.
Half a million dollars for a show, he thought it was worth it.
It’s just that things went a bit awry, and the show didn’t happen.
"Boom..." Another bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.
It paused for a minute.
Boke hadn’t even waited for the Butler’s reply, a bit puzzled, as the Butler always responded very quickly.
He turned his head.
When he clearly saw who was standing next to him,
Boke reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his face suddenly changing. He stood up abruptly, his expression grave as he looked towards the stranger in front of him. A peripheral glance revealed his Butler lying on a chair not far away.
With his eyes closed, his fate uncertain.
And the strangers in front of him were not just one, but three, all wearing sunglasses, silently watching him.
A chill surged from the soles of his feet to his head.
Looking at the three strangers in front of him, Boke’s scalp tingled.
These people had come in without a sound, bypassing all Surveillance and Bodyguards to get here; clearly, they bore ill intent. Now they hadn’t made a move, it was unclear whether they were waiting for someone else, or had other demands.
Since he had been scared so badly just now,
Boke had forgotten to grab the gun under the tea table.
With a sidelong glance,
Boke really wanted to sit down and grab the gun, but he felt that these people were not at all afraid of him having a gun.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Boke forced himself to calm down.
"Mr. Boke, five more minutes, please wait a moment," the burly man in black said indifferently.
Five minutes?
Waiting for whom?
Boke asked again, "Who is coming?"
"Four and a half," the man replied once more.
The words of the man before him sparked hope in Boke; it seemed someone was coming to talk to him. He just hoped it wasn’t an enemy. If there was room for negotiation, that would be good, as negotiating was what he was best at.
"How is my Butler doing?" Boke asked, concerned.
"He’s fine, don’t worry, he just passed out," the man in black stated.
Hearing this,
Boke felt these people might be friends rather than foes, otherwise, they wouldn’t be so polite. He breathed a sigh of relief. If they had come to kill him, they probably wouldn’t have wasted so much talk. With this thought, Boke sat back down.
He picked up his wine glass.
He took a sip of fruit wine.
The faint aroma lingered on the tip of his tongue, delighting him.
"How about sitting down for a couple of drinks?" Boke invited the people before him to drink wine with a tactful chuckle, as he felt it would ease the tension. The atmosphere was just too awkward right now.
The man shook his head.
Boke turned back to the TV, knowing the most important thing in negotiation is the state of mind. He had also been in negotiations with a gun to his head before, and at that time, he was calm because he had something the others needed.
He glanced at his watch.
There were two more minutes.
One and a half minutes.
One minute.
Thirty seconds.
At that moment, Boke suddenly felt his heartbeat accelerating, and it kept getting faster as if his heart was about to burst out. He knew this was his Heart Disease flaring up, but he had just taken his Medicine not long before.
It shouldn’t be!
This attack was too violent.
"Thud..." Boke stumbled and fell to the ground, his heart beating so fast he couldn’t even speak. He tried to reach for his medicine, but before he could crawl two steps, darkness descended, and he lost consciousness.
Only in the last moment,
Did he understand the meaning of those five minutes.
It was his death countdown.
