Chapter 392: Syria

There was a brief pause as the voice on the phone contemplated the question. The man in the mask glanced nervously at the photograph he had taken clandestinely of Benjamin driving away from the secretive base the previous night. His mission was clear, but the stakes were high.

"We cannot afford loose ends," the master's voice finally responded, cold and calculated. "Eliminate him. Swiftly and discreetly."

The masked man nodded, a grim determination settling over him. "Consider it done," he affirmed before ending the call abruptly.

The day passed by with still no information from Cipherella concerning their search for Darnell Peterson.

“Still no information? It's been two days now," Benjamin said, looking at Cipherella and Inspector Helen.

Cipherella shook her head and replied, "Nothing yet, master."

“Damn!” Benjamin sat down, frustrated. "Maybe we'll have to stop relying on this and deploy men to search for Darnell in the whole country." He looked at Rakshasha and said, "I want you—”