In Carson's office, men in military uniforms came in and out, and the secret crafts were busy making various calls. From time to time, there were noises coming from a certain phone. Needless to think about it, it was the secret craftsman who was making a phone call and was arguing with someone.

The huge office was messy, it was already late at night, and even those who liked nightlife had already gone home to rest. Carson's office was brightly lit, the guards in the mansion had increased fivefold, and there were even tanks on the streets with martial law blocking.

Everything seemed to be a war. Passers-by who were still driving in the middle of the night guessed what was going on in the city and whether there were any political events to be staged.

Carson sat behind his wide desk. He usually treated it as a battlefield and was full of energy to face everything. He liked to control everything. Although it was so tiring, he also felt very accomplished.

But now he was drooping his head and drooping, like a defeated rooster. His beard crawled all over his face, and overnight he became ten years older. The dense wrinkles crawled all over the corners of his eyes like hateful bugs, and huge bags of his eyes hung under his excessively tired eyes.

Tonight is a bad night, and people who like to control everything find that they can't control anything. The army, confidant, son and a lot of money seem to turn into bubbles overnight and go away from him, and suddenly he becomes nothing.

"General..." An officer stood quietly beside Carson, looking at his ignorant look, the officer wanted to speak but stopped, not knowing whether he should continue to speak.

"Is there any of them the whereabouts?" Carson reluctantly raised his head, his eyes covered with blood. Obviously he had no hope, just asked routinely.

The officer nodded and said silently: "I have it!"

"Is there any news about them?" Carson's eyes lit up instantly, like a beacon. His body stood up and stared at the officer in front of him.

The officer nodded awkwardly and said, "There is, there is, but..."

"Not to say it quickly!" Carson almost roared. His anger scared the secret techniques that were calling on the side. No one had ever seen Carson get angry. At this moment, he looked like an angry beast.

The officer swallowed hard and whispered: "The news came from the small team sent to search for. General Xingluo and the other two generals died in their homes, and all the troops were killed. Young Master Kara and his guards also died in the official residence. As for the others, there is no news yet."

As soon as the officer finished speaking, Carson sat on the chair. After a moment of dizziness, he felt that the whole world had turned around. He didn't want to hear it, but he still heard it. He had expected that something might happen to his people, otherwise why wouldn't there be any news?

But he didn't expect the result to be so bad. His right-handed confidant died, and his best-killed son also died. The other two precious sons and other confidants were probably doomed. Some people want to weaken his power in T country step by step.

"General, General, are you okay..." The officer looked at Carson with some concern and handed him a cup of hot water.

Carson trembled and took the hot water, like a person who had been in the aftermath of the disaster, still in that pain. His brain gradually became blurred and a sense of fear arose.

If his men and sons were killed under heavy protection, he would not be safe. Even if the official residence was full of guards, it would probably be impossible for the other party to kill him.

Who did it? Who did it? Carson thought wildly, he was very scared, and the next person who was afraid of death was himself. In Country T, he had many political enemies. Could it be those people who united to deal with him?

"It's impossible, it's impossible for you to kill me." Suddenly, Carson threw away the teacup in his hand out of control, pulled out his pistol from his waist and yelled.

The secret arts in the office were frightened and screamed. Seeing Carson walking around the house like an evil spirit, the secretary was so scared that he hid under the desk. The officers leaned against the wall without saying a word, lowering their heads and daring to look at Carson's appearance.

A heavy breathing came from Carson's nasal cavity, and he roared as if he had taken a step, like a pissed bull in the primeval forest.

In his career, he has not been threatened as much as today. He was once arrested by the special forces in China and handed over to the government at that time and was locked in a secret prison.

But at that time he had a son, a confidant, and a large number of troops. So he was not afraid even if he was locked in prison, because that was part of his plan. He knew that someone would come to save him and planned how to counterattack.

But now everything has changed. He has no confidant and son, and it is even difficult to contact the front-line troops. He can't run to the front-line troops by himself to command their battles, right?

An unknown assassination organization may be ambushing in a secret place, and the sniper rifle's sight may have already aimed at his head. Despair and terror surged like waves, and Carson was so weak that he didn't know how to resist the fear and helplessness.

He has never been as weak as he is today. He has always been a very strong person. He treats his enemies with ruthlessness, treats political enemies with relentless pursuits, and treats those who resist him and destroys the whole family.

For the sake of power, he almost offended the entire T country, and everyone wanted to eat him alive. If he had no troops available at this time, then don't wait for those mysterious people to kill him, as the political enemies alone would be enough to kill him.

Suddenly, he suddenly stopped, his eyes widened and looked at the night outside the house. Suddenly, the huge office changed from panic to extremely quiet. People even deliberately suppressed the breathing sound, for fear of disturbing Carson, the beast that suddenly went crazy.

Carson seemed to have turned into a sculpture, quietly looking at the night outside the window. As if something attracted him, a beautiful witch frozen his soul and made him unable to move his sight.

"No, I can't just die like this. I still have allies and I still have the last hope. No matter who wants to get rid of me, he will have to pay the same price." Carson roared and waved his pistol, his face extremely ferocious.

He suddenly turned around and shouted at the officer who had just reported to him: "Prepare the car and bring all the men. I'm going to a place."

The officer was stunned for a moment and immediately reacted. He yelled and went out. The carson's convoy in the official residence quickly stopped in front of the official residence gate. In order to ensure safety, four armed Hummers were added in front and behind.

The large-caliber machine gun was mounted on the Hummer, and each car had six fully armed soldiers. These people were originally Carson's personal bodyguard led by Kara, and each of them was trained strictly according to the special forces of the foreign army. It can be said that these people are the elite among the elites, the Carson ace armed forces.

Carson hurriedly got down from the stairs and got into his bulletproof Mercedes-Benz. The convoy quickly drove out of the official residence and headed in the other direction of the city. Tonight, Carson was going to find his only last hope of survival.

On the roof of an eight-story house in the distance, Nighthawk was holding a night vision infrared telescope and staring at the direction of the Carson convoy. Yasha was recording next to him, without missing any clues.

"Are you sure he's in the car?" Bren asked softly.

"Certainly, I saw him enter the extended Mercedes-Benz in the middle. But he had many guards, and it was difficult to deal with eight Hummers, and there were no more guards inside." Nighthawk continued to observe.

"Military Batons, be careful to keep up with the car in front and don't let the other party discover it." Carson's convoy said to the walkie-talkie before he was about to leave his sight.

"I understand!" The low-pitched reply from the walkie-talkie came from the walkie-talkie, and then hung up.

Nighthawk put down his telescope and looked at Bren and said, "We can't attack him on the street. He has enough firepower and time to escape. If reinforcements come over, we may not be worth the effort."

Bren looked at his hand and said strangely: "It's going three hours away. Where is he going?"

"Go and find shelter." Nighthawk laughed: "After so long, if he didn't know that all his subordinates were dead, then he would be a waste. I think he was going to evacuate here as soon as he discovered it, and his official residence was no longer safe."

"This old fox does do this. This is his nature. He is afraid of death and greedy!" Bren said gritting his teeth.

"Okay, go and complete our final mission. I don't want to waste my time. When Carson finds a powerful foreign aid, our mission will be even more difficult." Nighthawk put on his bag and quickly went downstairs with Bren.

The convoy quickly drove to the entrance of the villa area in the center of the city. A team of people holding weapons immediately rushed out of the villa and surrounded the convoy. On the wall of the villa, there were even large-caliber machine guns aimed at the Hummer, which was clearly a tightly defended fortress.

"I want to see the head of the Longshe family, I need his help." The car window rolled down, and Carson said to the guards surrounding his convoy in panic.

At this moment, he had no one to think of to help him, and only the head of the Dragon and Snake family had this ability. Although the Dragon and Snake family were **, Carson would never underestimate **'s ability. They could not only help themselves, but also had the ability to destroy themselves.

The guard nodded, took out the intercom and said something in Japanese. Soon, he seemed to have received a reply and waved to the guards in front of the door.

All the alerts were immediately removed, the door opened, and Carson's convoy slowly drove in. The guards of the villa looked around and made sure that no one was following him. Then the door was closed. Everything returned to peace, as if nothing had happened.
Chapter completed!