Chapter 1293

"Mr. Oliver, we've found several bombs in the basement. And that's not all there's something down there that looks like a virus, too."

The bomb specialist had barely finished when Darren showed up with his team, catching the tail end of the conversation.

What the hell?

Darren stared at Oliver. "Mr. Oliver, what's going on? Bombs and a virus? Seriously?"

Everyone needed to get out. Now.

The bomb specialist wiped sweat off his forehead. "We need to evacuate."

If they didn't, they might not make it out alive.

But Oliver shook his head. "We can't pull out. Not yet."

Leaving now would only make things worse.

Darren frowned. “Let me call in some experts, see what we're dealing with. Don't panic. If there are bombs, I'll get the best bomb squad here ASAP."

This was a residential area. If anything went off, the whole block-factories, apartments would go up with it.

Darren rubbed his smooth scalp, his voice tight with anger. "Those bastards. How could Americans do this to their own people? None of them are getting away with it.” They'd all pay for this.

"Mr. Oliver, you should get your team out of here. It's too dangerous. I'll start clearing the area and bring in more specialists."

Oliver replied, calm as ever, "Already done. My specialists are on their way."

Darren blinked. "Already?"

He barely had time to process that before a few familiar faces walked in.

"Sheldon? What are you doing here? I haven't even called you yet-how did you know there was trouble?"

"Mick! I thought you had another assignment and couldn't make it. Why are you here? Is it because we're old friends?" Darren grinned, slapping Mick's shoulder. "You're a real brother, man!"

Mick looked awkward. "Actually, Darren, Mr. Oliver called me over..."

Darren's smile faded.

Well, that was embarrassing.

Mick added, "Oliver called me before you did. He beat you to it."

So, they weren't there for Darren-they were there for Oliver.

Darren rubbed his bald head, wishing he could sink into the floor. For a second, he believed it was all about their years of fendship

Turns out, Oliver was the rea reason they'd come.

But honestly, it didn't matter who called them. Jong as everyone was doing their best to help people that

was what mattered.

"Alright, guys, let's get to work."

Everyone jumped into action, taking their places.

Oliver's phone was still on the line. On the other end, Josefina had heard the whole

thing—and she was starting to panic.

"Oliver, maybe I should come over. I want to help."

She hated being stuck at home, worrying.

“Josie, please. Just stay home, put on a show or some music. Promise me, okay?"

He couldn't afford to be soft with her this time. Sometimes, he had to say no.

Josefina flopped back onto her bed, keeping in touch with Oliver any way she could, but there was nothing else to do.

When Livia heard what happened, she was instantly fired up.

"Josie, if you can't go, I'll go for you. I've been bored out of my mind lately, itching for some action-but didn't want to get mixed up in Westwood and make things harder for you. Here's the deal: If check it out, and whatever Oliver doesn't tell you, I'll fill you in."

Livia meant what she said she was on the scene in no time.

When she arrived, she spotted Finley in the crowd.

He was busy giving orders, halfway through changing out of one uniform and into

another.