Chapter 1693: An Earthquake? I don’t think so
In the underground vault, men searched every corner. There were many things inside—a closet with a man’s clothes, a laboratory counter for research, books regarding chemicals and reactions, and some untouched chemicals.
There seemed to be a lot more, but this more was actually less.
None of the items—at least, none that were still intact—provided enough information.
The leader of the group squatted near a small pile of ash, picking up a half-burned piece of paper. It was a printed photo of someone, but most of it had already burned, making the person unrecognizable.
"..." His mouth formed a thin line, eyes falling on the pile of ash. The smoke and burnt papers were still fresh—the only proof that someone had been here before them.
His eyes glinted as his jaw tightened.
Where did they go? he wondered. If they left before we came in, we would’ve noticed. I had the area sealed with our men.
Anyone who came out of that hatch door or the back alley would’ve been seen. After all, they had just received the coordinates to this place and were told to raid it. Their only order was simple: burn all the evidence in this place.
Any information that could be crucial to their organization had to be destroyed.
That part was already done—before they even arrived. Which meant the person, or people, who burned those documents had seen far more than they should have.
The question now was: how did they escape?
There was only one entrance and exit, and that was the hatch door. There was another path, one that led past the space where the vault entrance was located. But that led to a dead end. He assumed it was designed as a distraction, or something Jonathan—the man who owned this vault—had built to buy time in an emergency.