The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!-Chapter 583: Eavesdropping

"A fire! There was a fire!"

The fire at Gigante, as it blazed wildly, almost reached the sky; the smoke and light eventually alerted the neighboring towns. Residents from nearby towns started coming out of their houses, shocked at how the night looked so bright.

Many took it upon themselves to see where the fire was coming from. To be safe, some evacuated their homes in case the fire reached them. Others tried to extinguish it, but buckets of water were not enough. The fire was just too big for people with so few resources to put out.

In one of the towns, five convoys pulled to a stop.

The people of the town were panicking, filling the streets that were usually quiet at this time of night.

The group, which was supposed to be headed to Gigante, stared at the flames from a distance.

"What the hell is going on?" one of the mercenaries wondered in utter confusion. "Is that... Gigante?"

"Those fuckers were told to do one thing, and not like this," another hissed, knowing this was not what was planned.

The leader of the group frowned slightly, knowing his men wouldn’t do something so excessive. At the very least, they wouldn’t do something so troublesome that it would create problems for the governor.

"Let’s get moving," he said. "The first batch probably reached the town and is surveying what’s happening."

The following group, who were supposed to check the situation in Gigante—to make sure the job was done and help transport the women and children—didn’t think much of it. They assumed this was just their comrades’ way of cremating the countless bodies that would be left behind in Gigante.

But when they arrived, they saw that the first batch of reinforcements had stopped several hundred meters from the burning border of the town.

"What’s going on here?" The leader of the reinforcement group jumped out of the truck, looking at the first group that arrived. "Where are those guys?"

The person he asked wore a grim expression, letting his deep huff answer the question.

"They weren’t here when we arrived," the man from the first batch said. "But we found someone burning by the border. Someone, to be exact."

The leader furrowed his brows and snapped his eyes toward the border. Without further ado, he marched toward it. Even from their initial distance, the heatwave blasted against them. Thick smoke filled their nostrils, but the leader was unfazed.

"Boss!" one of the men from the first batch shouted, jogging after him. "It’s dangerous—the border’s going to collapse!"

But the leader didn’t care.

He approached the border, unmoved by the heat and smoke. Once closer, he saw someone burning near the edge.

Judging by the position of the body, the person seemed to have tried crawling out of the border. But alas, he never made it out alive. He almost did, but almost was not enough. His clothes were still on fire, making it hard to identify him.

But the tattoo on his burning sleeve matched theirs.

It was placed on the wrist bone—a mark the leader recognized well. After all, he knew a particular person who had the same tattoo on his wrist, along with other strange ink scattered across his skin.

Even though the skin was badly burned and swollen with blisters, the leader could tell.

"I put him in charge..." he murmured, glancing at the border before stepping back.

At the same time, once he had created a safe distance, a section of the border collapsed, crashing down onto the body.

Still unfazed, the leader looked toward the burning town. Entering it was impossible, but from afar, one could clearly see Gigante’s collapse. They just couldn’t see what was happening inside. Even so, the leader was certain of one thing.

"They failed their mission," he muttered, his face hardening. "I gave him one job, and he screwed it up. Fucking idiot."

His eyes glinted. It was good that the man he put in charge was dead. After all, if he had survived, the leader would have killed him himself.

Turning around, he shouted, "Check all the surrounding towns and find out where the people of Gigante went. There should be a large group of them."

He didn’t believe every resident of Gigante had escaped—but likely the majority had. If that were the case, then it wouldn’t be impossible for there to be a sizable group fleeing together.

"Find them... and then kill all of them!"

"Yes, sir!"

The men didn’t waste a second. They jumped into their trucks, dust kicking up as tires screeched, splitting in different directions to carry out the order. Gigante was supposed to be wiped out, and if this reached the governor, someone would have to pay.

The leader cleared his throat, releasing a heavy sigh.

Instead of joining the search, he pulled out a device and made a call. He was worried about the fallout, but he had to inform someone who should know. Because in this territory—this region in particular—the mercenaries trusted someone else more than the governor.

"Jarvis," the leader said—and to his surprise, Jarvis spoke first.

"Let me guess," Jarvis hummed. "Your men failed?"

The leader frowned but didn’t question it. Jarvis knew the region better than anyone—almost as if he had eyes everywhere.

"I’ll make it right," the leader said. "I’ve already deployed my men to search for them."

Jarvis let out a shallow chuckle. "Do you even know who you were dealing with?"

The leader didn’t answer.

"Looney," Jarvis said. Just hearing the name darkened the leader’s eyes. "She’s back. And it seems... she’s about to turn Ravah upside down once again."

"I’m going to kill that bitch—" the leader hissed, clearly holding a deep grudge against Lola. Because of her, the once-respected mercenaries were forced to work under the governor to recover their losses.

That thief had robbed them blind.

Who knew where she’d hidden their money?

Jarvis smiled faintly as he leaned against the table before him. "Rocky," he said, "tell your men to stop the search. She’s in District Five."

"Huh?"

"You’ll find her there," Jarvis mused. "After all, it seems the drunkard of First Street is hiding quite a secret."

Rocky tightened his grip on the phone. He said nothing, ending the call and letting Jarvis listen to the dead tone.

Jarvis lowered the phone and placed it on the edge of the large oval table. At its center lay a map of Ravah, and atop it sat the compact laptop he’d taken from Haji’s group.

Beside the laptop was a small speaker, broadcasting voices—Izu, Pika, Ransom, and others, including those from the camp team.

And Jarvis could hear everything.