Chapter 193 - 189: The Phantom’s Crisis
"Don’t jump to conclusions so quickly, maybe we’re overthinking it."
Ling Chen shook his head: "Impossible, the world isn’t that coincidental." Saying this, he looked at the bomb device, his brows furrowing tightly, "I made this bomb, aside from a few of you, no one knows."
Originally, he accepted a mission from the Ghost Organization to ambush the legendary figure from the worlds of mercenaries and assassins, Blood Wolf, at the hotel. During that mission, before Blood Wolf returned to his room, he secretly installed the bomb as a contingency. If he couldn’t complete the mission successfully, he would detonate the bomb, perishing together with Blood Wolf.
Only by doing this could he avoid leaving any clues and revealing the existence of the Ghost Organization.
During the mission, the organization assigned two members to carry out the task with him; the result was two dead and one injured. The two members sacrificed their lives heroically to save him. It was precisely because of this incident that he decided to retire.
After Blood Wolf was killed, because the commotion at the hotel was too big, he didn’t dare to linger and quickly retreated, leaving the bomb behind at the scene.
And now, the bomb in Tang Yuan’s hands was exactly the one left behind back then; it had a triple triggering mechanism, installed personally by him. When he first saw it moments ago, he hadn’t paid much attention, until he remembered the affair with Blood Wolf and the realization hit him.
This bomb installed unchanged in his hotel room, was this really a coincidence? Impossible! He didn’t believe the world could have such coincidental matters. His identity might already be exposed right now, and the bomb was a message that someone knew he killed Blood Wolf. As for whether the Ghost Organization behind him had been exposed, he wasn’t certain and he didn’t dare to think about it because the consequences would be too severe, involving too many people. A slight misstep might bring cataclysmic disaster to the Ghosts.
Seeing Ling Chen silent and deep in thought, Tang Yuan walked to the balcony and dialed a number on his mobile phone.
At the same time, on a street opposite the hotel, a fiery red Ferrari parked at the roadside. The driver sitting in the driver’s seat looked through the window at the hotel room lighting up on the fifth floor, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.