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.

estate, the house was acquired by the Rothschilds to oversee the neighboring Cole Manor. To them, this seemed like setting a trap for mice—utter domination over a weaker

New York, within the Rothschild family’s stronghold, everyone’s sense of security was unusually high. Their primary concern was whether

police setting a trap for a criminal suspect, worrying only about the

security assessment, had never foreseen an

cut, he didn’t

deliberate ploy

on high-tech gear had its

prism towers, or SAM missiles if power is short,

power to the Cyprus copper mines nullified Wesley’s defenses, regardless of

initially overconfident, Jarvis had 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

darkness, Hank heard the chaotic radio chatter and commanded, “Enough noise! Send someone to check the

time, we will

for the Four Treasures of the Study! I knew Peter Cole wasn’t truthful! He claimed to move the treasures alone, unassociated

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

But respectfully said, “Understood, Young Master. We’re keeping a close watch on the Cole

“Dad! With the Four Treasures of the

up, added, “Our trap is set. It’s time they come, and they finally have! Grandfather’s

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