Chapter 195

At the front of the car, the driver gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity, his every movement a testament to the gravity of the situation. With each passing mile, the weight of responsibility bore down upon him, his mind racing with a flurry of doubts and fears.

Beside him, the D.P.O's voice cut through the tense silence like a blade, breaking the spell of apprehension that gripped them all. "Is this the place?" he inquired, his tone tinged with a note of skepticism. "Confirm it for me."

The driver swallowed hard, his throat dry with apprehension as he surveyed the imposing facade of Mr. Shawn's residence looming before them. "Yes, this is it," he replied, his voice tinged with a palpable sense of urgency. "I swear on my life, I'm not trying to play any games with you. This is Mr. Shawn's residence, I promise."

With a silent nod of acknowledgment, the D.P.O relayed a series of terse commands to his fellow officers, their movements swift and coordinated as they prepa
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