A Beauty with Multiple Masks novel Chapter 339

A Beauty With Multiple Masks Chapter 339

Carter’s voice came back promptly from the other side.

“I was about to inform you that I’ve just received a topographic map of the area. I’ll be making my way over and will be planting two mines when I get there,” said Carter. “Acquiring mines in a dump like Lightspring is as easy as buying a pack of chips, but it took me half the day just to get my hands on this map.”

Vinson merely grunted as he watched the few cars parked by the hillside mansion drive over to the fork.

Carter’s car could cover five kilometers in the blink of an eye, and the mines were buried in place in a jiffy.

Once the cars were cleared out, his subordinates spread themselves out and lay in ambush nearby in a process that came up to no more than ten minutes.

His enemies were the ones who had the advantage of striking from the dark, which he had no means of retaliation from his own vulnerable position. This time, the roles were reversed as they were the ones who now wielded the element of surprise.

Vinson’s clutched fingers tightened against themselves, for what was owed to Arielle and himself from before would be settled here once and for all.

Letting his enemies die in an explosion would be too easy on them, but he was more concerned about complications should he fail to see through a swift resolution.

Beside him, Jordan’s perturbation percolated as well, and he persisted in asking, “What if that bugger doesn’t show up himself? What if he only sent out some small fries to us? Wouldn’t our efforts all end up in vain?”

Vinson’s steely eyes were riveted to that distant fork in the road. “He’ll be here.”

Did we not go to extreme lengths and do everything possible to lure him out?

He remained uncertain of his counterpart’s identity and was even less clear as to why the latter had been scheming against him so viciously time and again. However, the depth of his enemy’s desire to end him meant that he or she would not likely walk away from this golden opportunity to tread on his own corpse for him or herself.

Be it just a gut feeling, he was almost certain that he might be right about his conjecture.

He had been quite dismissive when Arielle spoke of a sixth sense previously, but now, he had actually felt its relevance for himself.

Jordan shrugged. “You better be right about that. That fella’s been coming at us time and again, so he should consider himself lucky to be blown to bits! I’m sure as hell going to give his dead body a good flogging afterward just to let off some steam!”

He cussed and said, “How brazen of them to travel with so many men in tow! From the looks of it, it might seem that the head honcho’s really here!”