"We've already investigated it. The car's been handled in a way that makes the owner untraceable. Later, I found it destroyed in the outskirts. Looks like someone was well-prepared," Bond said, holding his breath.
Too many people wanted Jason dead, so he always went out with a heavy guard.
Jason took a deep drag on his cigarette and then exhaled slowly. "It's too late to only realize the danger when the gun's at your head."
"Sir, that mistake won't happen again." Sweat dripped from Bond's forehead onto the carpet.
Jason closed his eyes and ordered, "Leave a few men to get to the bottom. If you catch the person, smash his head, or else..."
"Got it, Mr. Bilbo." Bond felt like he was in an icehouse, and he couldn't help shivering all over.
Jason wasn't joking. He might not kill with his
