Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 954: The Big Explosion
His tone showed no great fluctuations, as if all of this was expected.
If they can’t get it, they’ll destroy it. This is not only Wells’ style but also the approach of the entire NEW organization.
They won’t allow any force that could potentially become their enemy to exist.
Jun Moyan was well aware of this.
"Hmm." He responded lightly.
"Mr. Wells said, just kill them." The vehicles following behind quickly reached a consensus.
The cars then began to chase down the road.
Qing Yi stepped on the gas again, and the car drifted into another road with less traffic.
Ten cars, identical to Qing Yi’s, even with the same license plates, which had been waiting there for a long time, all rushed out at once.
When Wells’ men saw several vehicles identical to Jun Moyan’s suddenly appear in front of them, they were a little dumbfounded.
Which one is the real one?
For a moment, they couldn’t determine which car Jun Moyan was in at all.
Moreover, the pre-arranged cars by Jun Moyan were even more in number; if they split up and each took a different route, Wells’ men wouldn’t even be able to follow.
What they feared most happened.
At a three-way intersection ahead, the eleven identical cars seamlessly scattered.
Three went this way, while the other eight split into four, taking the other two roads.
Wells’ men immediately broke into a cold sweat.
Fortunately, it was just a three-way split; with six cars, they could still keep up.
But soon, a crossroad appeared ahead.
Now, they completely lost track, in a panic, each simply followed one of the cars.
Little did they know, none of the cars they were following contained Jun Moyan.
After shaking off their pursuers, Qing Yi drove Jun Moyan straight to a certain international hotel.
They entered the hotel and took the elevator directly to the rooftop.
There, a black helicopter had already been waiting.
Jun Moyan didn’t rush to the helicopter but took a remote to the edge of the rooftop.
Standing on the rooftop on the sixteenth floor, although he couldn’t see far...
Jun Moyan looked toward the northwest, a cold smile slowly curling at the corners of his lips.
The thumb of the hand holding the remote had already pressed the switch.
As his finger pressed down on the switch.
An earth-shattering explosion resounded, startling people within hundreds of miles around, an utterly unanticipated loud noise that nearly stopped hearts, as half the city was thrown into panic.
In the distance, a blaze lit up, brightening half the sky.
Jun Moyan looked at the spot where the flames rose, his eyes cold and sharp.
When it comes to ruthlessness, he, Jun Moyan, has never lost.
A warning for him? Then he gives back a surprise.
This vendetta has been firmly established.
Rather than become a victim, might as well strike first.
"What?! They lost them?!" Wells, setting out from the palace and heading home, received a call from his dispatched subordinates.
"What a bunch of useless fools." Wells cursed as he hung up the phone.
The already enraged Wells was startled by the sound of an explosion so sudden it caused him to shiver, nearly dropping his phone.
The explosion was especially near, as if it went off right beside the ear, pulsing painfully in the temples.
The driver was also shocked, his hand shaking on the steering wheel.
The tires slipped for a moment, causing the car to veer off course, heading for a collision.
Thankfully, the driver slammed on the brakes just in time, avoiding an accident.
