The abrupt power outage plunged the room into darkness, casting doubt in the eyes of three individuals momentarily.

As Hank grappled with confusion in the darkness, an uproar erupted from the intercom.

One voice exclaimed, “Why the power outage? All our monitoring gear is down!”

Another added, “Every detection device is offline! The central control room’s visibility is zero and the ID system’s dead too!”

A third voice questioned, “What’s happening? This place has two power lines, right?”

Another retorted, “What good are two or three lines now? The issue’s the power outage! Where’s the logistics head? Why wasn’t there backup power arranged?”

Someone lashed out, “Nobody mentioned setting up emergency power! Even FBI missions don’t always carry backups, unless it’s to the Middle East or Afghanistan! With this much gear and power load, what backup can handle it? A Cummins diesel generator? Should I fetch a power truck for you to use?”

“Damn! Are you giving excuses?”

“Are you arguing? Do you even comprehend how crucial the monitoring gear in the control room and on the roof is? Don’t just yap without sense! Speak only if you have something useful!”

The sudden blackout rattled the typically composed team.

For a villa equipped with dual power lines, power outages were a rare occurrence, maybe once in a decade.

Rothschilds to oversee the neighboring Cole Manor. To them, this seemed like setting a trap

sense of security was unusually high. Their primary concern was whether the intended target would dare sneak into the

worrying only about the criminal’s absence or escape, never anticipating the suspect’s daring entry into

had never foreseen an

cut, he didn’t feel a

suspected the outage was a deliberate ploy by intruders

had installed state-of-the-art defenses, relying on high-tech gear had its

Red Alert knows no matter the cannons, prism

Delgado understood this cutting power to the Cyprus copper mines nullified Wesley’s defenses,

no inkling of crisis. But Jagoan was

let his shoes get wet near the riverbank; thus, when near water, he wore rubber boots that are called

chaotic radio chatter and commanded, “Enough noise! Send someone to check the circuit immediately. Stay alert! Keep eyes on the Cole

nest! This time, we will steal the stolen

the Four Treasures of the Study! I knew Peter Cole wasn’t truthful! He claimed to move

bring out the treasures before nabbing them! Remember, don’t let them escape! We can’t let them walk away

Master.

chimed in, gleeful, “Dad! With the Four

up, added, “Our trap is set. It’s time they

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