NovelEnglishHer gaze was fixed on the direction of the distant city in North America, which was thousands of miles from her.
An explosion had rocked that city, precisely where Summer resided.
As soon as the nearby devices reacted, he boarded a helicopter with K, bound directly for the headquarters.
Beck and Abner sat in a car seven hundred meters away, watching red dots scatter in all directions on their computer.
These were the IP addresses, presumably associated with BK members, intercepted in the vicinity within a short time.
The BK organization had once appeared in North America, known by a very few; it wasn't as mysterious as the research base.
Thanks to Walter and Abner's information network, pinning down K's whereabouts wasn't too tricky.
K had erred in appearing outside Forbidden Island, thereby exposing his whereabouts. All it took was keeping an eye on him from
there.
However, K, ever cunning, eschewed returning to BK's headquarters, opting instead for this city.
This was the city where the Grand Elder and Christ had sought retirement, where Summer lived as well, with part of BK's power
scattered here mainly to secure the two elders.
When Abner's forces bombed this place, destroying Summer's residence, they also demolished where the Grand Elder and Christ
stayed.
Christ had been moved by Summer, and now a group was flying toward BK headquarters, incessantly laying ambushes for Abner's
team.
K sat in the helicopter, smirking.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Looks like they've found this place. | thought lan had gone to Astronia, that this city would be safe."
Summer remained silent, his face bearing a gentle smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
They both knew lan had gone to Astronia, after all, it was information deliberately leaked by the research base to lure those
intrigued by it.
And the recent rampant disease was one of the base's creations.
Cania experienced major outbreaks of disease every few years, halving its population each time.
The global community attributed it to Cania's closeness to the “lungs of the earth,” assuming that the primitive locales harbored
myriad viruses.
But Summer knew the truth: It was the research base's experimentation.
The onset of diseases signaled data collection tfor the base, treating everyone as mere pawns.
Leaning back, Summer spoke in a calm tone, "Too bad for him, once he went there, he can't cback."
Turning to K, he was curious about the identity of the person from the research base backing K. Someone must have supported him
from behind for him to have solidified his power within BK at such a young age.
But the base's rules forbade inquiring about each other's identities.
He withdrew his gaze, watching into the distance quietly.
K broke the silence, "Where is Cynthia exactly?"
Was she still on Forbidden Island? But after that night's bombing, there would be few survivors. If Cynthia were still there, she
probably couldn't have escaped death.
K had an emotional knot on Cynthia; he must find her to resolve this knot.
He couldn't fathom why Summer and Cynthia had becenemies. Their relationship used to be close—what had happened?
Was it love turned to hate?
But for someone like Summer, who showed no mercy, how could there be love?
"Cynthia? Oh, she's alive. How could | bear to let her die?"
Summer's eyes were gentle as he spoke. Those unaware would think he cared deeply for Cynthia.
K remained silent, his gaze turning icy.
He contacted his people in BK, and soon enough, reinforcements arrived to ensure their safety, and both he and Summer's
entourage returned to the stronghold.
The first thing Summer did was to go to his residence and enter the surveillance room.
Every place he had lived was equipped with a surveillance room, and the first step in any retreat was to destroy it, leaving no clues
behind.
Philip received a message from the research base, asking him and Phil to cover.
Phil was like his shadow, always by his side.
"Philip, should we go?"
Philip looked toward North America, too distant to see anything but the blue sky.
"Are you still thinking about Cynthia, Philp?"
Phil probably understood what Cynthia meant to Philip.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThey were both deliberately groomed from a young age, and Philip was intentionally placed in Cynthia's path.
Cynthia took Philip to be cultivated by the organization until he was five, at which point Phil went to make contact with him.
There was no need for words; their faces were the best proof of their blood relation.
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