Chapter 950

Chapter 950:

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"Cary, what should I do?"

Cary, impressed by Raegan's alertness, responded, "We need to determine how many people are inside and the type of explosives involved. This area is part of Global Harbor, which is packed with residents and workers. It is not feasible to evacuate everyone quickly. "So we need to identify the type of homemade explosives being used to assess the potential impact and range, which will help us manage evacuations more effectively."

Raegan remained silent, and Cary realized that she was asking a lot of him.

If there was no concern that Lorenzo's men would launch an early attack, he would not have been asked to take on that role.

However, Cary believed that Raegan deserved the choice to decide. «If you don't want to do it, you can say no and go to the place we indicate. We will make sure you come out safe and sound…”

Cary was still talking when Raegan cut him off with firm determination.

«I'm in!»

He was aware that Global Harbor was a bustling, highly populated financial center, which would make any evacuation effort difficult. Not knowing how many explosives were involved meant there was a real risk to the public.

"I'm going to do the job."

"Thank you," Cary responded. «Lorenzo has been avoiding the law for years, he is a notorious criminal on the world stage. We have to catch him this time.

Raegan nodded. "I have faith in Ambrosia's special forces."

«Now I am sending you a safety map. Look for the fluorescent spots. "That's where the bombs are."

"Understood." Once the call was over, Raegan set aside her purse for a smaller bag that held her phone, which she slung around her neck.

When he reached the door, he reached out to open it, but found that it was locked from the outside. Who would lock her up? He tried the doorknob again, but it didn't budge.

Looking for something to help her escape, she went to the bathroom and noticed the pipes.

He lay down and gave four long taps on the pipe, followed by three short ones.

Mitchel had taught Raegan a unique version of Morse code. He asked, "Is there anyone there?"

This code was hers alone, so Raegan wasn't worried about anyone else cracking it. Even if someone else heard it, they wouldn't understand the message. Only Mitchel would do it.

But the pipes did not respond.

Undeterred, Raegan repeated the signal with four long and three short blasts.

Time passed without a response.

Discouraged, she was about to get up when suddenly she heard two short, dull knocks. He crouched down quickly, paused for a few seconds, and heard two short knocks again. The message was clear. "I'm here".

Raegan's eyes filled with tears as she tapped in response. Raegan asked, "How many people are there?"

Mitchel replied: "Three."

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