CHAPTER 321: CHAPTER 321: BOMB

Summer Monroe couldn’t be bothered to engage with her, gripping the door handle tightly and pulling the cabin door open.

Just as she was about to step out, she heard the man say, "The cruise ship is going to explode."

Summer paused, furrowing her brows as she looked at the man, carefully observing his expression to verify the truth.

However, the man’s face was a mix of truth and lies, making it impossible to tell whether he was lying or telling the truth.

This person was too deeply concealed; she couldn’t discern anything from his micro-expressions because his face was completely devoid of expression.

The man, noticing Summer scrutinizing him, chuckled self-deprecatingly, "If you don’t believe me, just take a look in the closet of room 1201."

The next moment.

"Bang——" The door slammed shut.

Inside the room, the man looked at the closed door, his cold lips curling slightly, eyes filled with amusement.

This little kitten is quite interesting.

His handsome face quickly returned to its cold demeanor as he nudged his specially-made watch with his chin.

In less than two seconds, a respectful voice came from the watch, speaking in a foreign language: "Sir, do you have any orders?"

"They’ve found me. I discovered they installed a bomb on a cruise ship but couldn’t find out who they’re targeting. Track my location to pick me up."

The voice from the watch responded without hesitation, "Yes! Please stay safe, we’ll get there as soon as possible."

"Okay."

The call ended, and the man’s stern face showed a trace of laziness, appearing especially captivating in the dim light.

The man suddenly thought of Summer Monroe again.

The little kitten better not think she can really escape after provoking him.

Unexpectedly, while investigating the adversary’s background, he stumbled upon an amusing pet, one that’s calm in the face of danger and easy on the eyes, a delightful surprise indeed.

Once he catches her, he’d take good care of her.

Outside the cabin.

Summer Monroe wrapped her coat tightly around herself and headed for room 1201 as the man suggested.

Having experienced an explosion before, she was highly sensitive to the word explosion. Whether or not the man was telling the truth, she’d better check it out first.

The 12th-floor cabin was very quiet, the corridors deserted.

Summer stopped at the door of room 1201.

She knocked on the door first, and when there was no response, she stepped back a few paces, then suddenly charged forward, kicking the door with all her might—

After repeating this several times, the door finally fell open.

Inside, the curtains were drawn tightly, making it very dark.

Summer gripped the knife in her hand tightly and walked inside...

First, she checked if the cabin was empty. Once she was sure no one was there, she closed the door and switched on the lights.

With the lights on, Summer walked straight to the closet the mysterious man had mentioned.

As soon as she opened the closet, even as composed as she was, her heart skipped a beat.

Inside quietly lay a countdown bomb. Summer estimated that if it detonated, this cruise would be doomed.

Henry Stanton sure picked a good spot.

Summer squatted down, her gaze fixed on the countdown of the bomb.

Only three minutes left on the timer!

Just then, Summer’s phone in her pocket suddenly rang.

Startled by the sudden noise, she jolted, especially given the explosive bomb right before her eyes.

She took a deep breath, steadied herself, and reached for her phone.

The caller ID showed an unknown overseas number.

The third day...

Overseas...

Summer suddenly looked at the bomb before her and realized that perhaps it wasn’t that Henry Stanton picked a "good spot," but that after Henry Stanton chose, the other party then chose this ship.

This bomb was very likely intended for her!