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Chapter 1539

Her gaze was fixed on the direction of the distant city in North America, which was thousands of miles

from her.

An explosion had rocked that city, precisely where Summer resided.

As soon as the nearby devices reacted, he boarded a helicopter with K, bound directly for the

headquarters.

Beck and Abner sat in a car seven hundred meters away, watching red dots scatter in all directions on

their computer.

These were the IP addresses, presumably associated with BK members, intercepted in the vicinity

within a short time.

The BK organization had once appeared in North America, known by a very few; it wasn't as

mysterious as the research base.

Thanks to Walter and Abner's information network, pinning down K's whereabouts wasn't too tricky.

K had erred in appearing outside Forbidden Island, thereby exposing his whereabouts. All it took was

keeping an eye on him from there.

However, K, ever cunning, eschewed returning to BK's headquarters, opting instead for this city.

This was the city where the Grand Elder and Christ had sought retirement, where Summer lived as

well, with part of BK's power scattered here mainly to secure the two elders.

When Abner's forces bombed this place, destroying Summer's residence, they also demolished where

the Grand Elder and Christ stayed.

Christ had been moved by Summer, and now a group was flying toward BK headquarters, incessantly

laying ambushes for Abner's team.

K sat in the helicopter, smirking.

"Looks like they've found this place. I thought Ian had gone to Astronia, that this city would be safe."

Summer remained silent, his face bearing a gentle smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

They both knew Ian had gone to Astronia, after all, it was information deliberately leaked by the

research base to lure those intrigued by it.

And the recent rampant disease was one of the base's creations.

Cania experienced major outbreaks of disease every few years, halving its population each time.

The global community attributed it to Cania's closeness to the “lungs of the earth,” assuming that the

primitive locales harbored myriad viruses.

But Summer knew the truth: It was the research base's experimentation.

The onset of diseases signaled data collection time for the base, treating everyone as mere pawns.

Leaning back, Summer spoke in a calm tone, "Too bad for him, once he went there, he can't come

back."

Turning to K, he was curious about the identity of the person from the research base backing K.

Someone must have supported him from behind for him to have solidified his power within BK at such

a young age.

But the base's rules forbade inquiring about each other's identities.

He withdrew his gaze, watching into the distance quietly.

K broke the silence, "Where is Cynthia exactly?"

Was she still on Forbidden Island? But after that night's bombing, there would be few survivors. Ifnovelbin

Cynthia were still there, she probably couldn't have escaped death.

K had an emotional knot on Cynthia; he must find her to resolve this knot.

He couldn't fathom why Summer and Cynthia had become enemies. Their relationship used to be close

—what had happened?

Was it love turned to hate?

But for someone like Summer, who showed no mercy, how could there be love?

"Cynthia? Oh, she's alive. How could I bear to let her die?"

Summer's eyes were gentle as he spoke. Those unaware would think he cared deeply for Cynthia.

K remained silent, his gaze turning icy.

The first thing Summer did was to go to his residence and enter the surveillance room.

Philip received a message from the research base, asking him and Phil to come over.

Phil was like his shadow, always by his side.

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Philip looked toward North America, too distant to see anything but the blue sky.

"Are you still thinking about Cynthia, Philp?"

Phil probably understood what Cynthia meant to Philip.

They were both deliberately groomed from a young age, and Philip was intentionally placed in

Cynthia's path.

There was no need for words; their faces were the best proof of their blood relation.

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