Chapter 271
As Kingsley thought about this, he abruptly stepped on the gas pedal and drove at full speed ahead.
He needed to go back to Cleapolis as soon as possible to find out who the culprit was, so that he could avenge the innocent people who had lost their lives.
It only took him about 40 minutes to reach Cleapolis.
Upon arrival, he immediately drove to the Nicholson Family Cemetery, where he parked his car in the empty lot in front of the entrance.
Instead of getting out of his car, he only sat in it while quietly taking in the view in front of him.
Even though the fire had been put out, the main hall, ceremonial column, and other new constructions had all been burned to crisp.
Still, there were numerous firetrucks and ambulances parked outside of the entrance.
They were trying to help the workers, who had been crushed under the rubble and had not yet been rescued.
Everyone in the crowd that surrounded the cemetery had a sympathetic expression on their faces as they prayed for another survivor to be found.
There was even a group of plainly dressed people who were wailing at the entrance as they mourned.
Kingsley knew that they were victims’ wives, children, parents and many more.
Feeling it was too heavy a blow to bear, a few of them cried so much they fainted and fell on the ground in fatigue.
Following that, the medical personnel brought them to the ambulance.
This scene was so gruesome that no one could hide the emotions showing on their faces.
Kingsley’s fists were balled up tight as the killing intent in his eyes intensified.
The person who set off the bomb in the cemetary is a butcher, an executioner!
Even if it was for the poor victims’ sake, Kingsley promised he was going to bring them justice.
He wanted to make the guilty pay in blood for every life lost.
Right at this moment, Leroy, with his eyes red, shuffled over and opened the door to the passenger seat to get into the car.
“Mr. Nicholson…”
He started to choke with sobs again after uttering Kingsley’s name.
After taking a deep breath, Kingsley asked, “How many people were found?”
“Twelve,” Leroy informed while he held back his sobs. “There are still six of them buried under the main hall…”
As Kingsley listened to Leroy, the former already knew what Leroy was going to say before he finished his words.
Only the finest materials had been used to construct the Nicholson Family Cemetery.
The pillars and beams, especially, were made of the highest quality solid wood sent over all the way from Nephele.
It would be near impossible to save the six workers who were trapped underneath.
“I understand.” Kingsley’s voice dropped low. “Don’t worry. I will make sure I avenge them.”
“Mr. Nicholson, the firefighters said that all the explosion points were extremely hidden. They have a regular pattern and are targeted.”
The bombs were planted exactly according to the scale of the building. Even the locations and quantities were carefully arranged and calculated.
Leroy lifted his red eyes and choked out, “We can conclude that the explosion was planned in advance. Someone had planned to plant the bombs all along. They were definitely not impromptu or random.”
As he spoke, he brought up a hand to wipe his tears and continued, “But I have been here almost every day and night from the beginning of the construction of the cemetery. How did someone have the opportunity to plant so many bombs?”
Kingsley frowned when he heard that. “Weren’t you at the hospital for a bit to take care of Mr. Johnson some time ago? The culprit must have worked their way in then!”
“That’s right! That must have been when they made a move!” Leroy plopped his head into his hands and kept hitting himself. “It is all my fault,” he scolded himself. “It is because I was careless!”
“It is not your fault.” Kingsley gazed out the window and looked at the mourning crowd. “The best way to comfort them would be for you to make the necessary arrangements for the families of the victims. As for the compensation, discuss it with Peter. We will compensate 10 million for each worker. Accept any amount Codrington Construction can afford to compensate.”
“Roger that, Boss,” Leroy mumbled as he slowly lifted his head. His mood had gotten slightly better after hearing Kingsley’s words.
It seemed like giving out compensation was the best way to provide comfort now.
After Kingsley gave Leroy a bank card to continue dealing with the aftermath of the incident here, he himself drove off to Coliree Group.
Now that Kingsley was in Lancer’s office in Building No. 18, he massaged his temples as he remained seated on a chair. “Lancer, Hades, what are your thoughts on the incident at Nicholson Family Cemetery?”
“Ares, in my humble opinion, this isn’t necessarily done by the spies from Sweoya,” Lancer suggested in his low voice. “We have always been careful. The Nicholson Family Cemetery, Coliree Group and Coliree Island are three separate entities after all. I don’t think your identity has been exposed!”
Hades nodded in agreement. “Yes, I think so too. The culprit of the bombing at the Nicholson Family Cemetery is probably someone else.”
After noticing the look in Kingsley’s eyes, Lancer added, “Ares, I understand that you are fuming about this, but you can’t act impulsively.”
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