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The Legendary Man novel Chapter 654

Chapter 654 Secret Realm

Meanwhile, in Harfush, Sirmoor City, Hades’ Harfush headquarters was in a chaotic mess. “Right now, the whole intelligence network of Chanaea, other than Horbah, has been cleared. I’m going to give you guys twenty-four hours. I don’t care if you use satellites, drones, or send humans deep into the mountains.

Find me the waterfall! I’m not asking you to find a freaking water bubble. It’s a waterfall over a hundred meters, for goodness’ sake! Be prepared to get punished if the lot of you fail to find it!” Hades berated on the phone.

Meanwhile, the intel department was frantically diverting satellites to locate the waterfall. As for why this frenzy was happening, it was caused by a phone call from Jonathan.

At the moment, Jonathan was looking at the Heaven Sword in a mansion. In the battle earlier, he almost died from a fall due to his being pulled into the imaginary realm of the sword.

Even if he was much stronger than an ordinary person, the fall from a dozen levels’ height still took a toll on him.

Zebedee and two other Grandmaster Realm cultivators from Jetroina had long absconded.

It would be akin to finding a needle in a haystack to locate them now.

Cultivators like them could easily find some unfortunate men and kill them to reside in their bodies.

Even if they were stranded in the suburbs, given their cultivation level, it would be a piece of cake to survive.

To find them, Jonathan would need someone who could turn the whole Terrandya province around in a short time. However, it was impossible to do so.

Meanwhile, Nina lay motionless on a couch aside.

After ingesting so many laxatives, even an advanced phase Grandmaster Realm cultivator like her would not be able to take it. She was drained of all her energy as she slumped against the couch.

Beside her, Geoffrey was seated in front of a spacious desk.

It was obviously a meeting room desk, fit to seat around twenty to thirty people.

However, there were ten monitors floating above the desk.

Every monitor was displaying footage from multiple surveillance cameras or some encrypted chats. There were faces flashing on two of the monitors as well.

It looked very professional and futuristic.

Meanwhile, over a dozen oldest models of Nokia phones were on the table. Every one of them was distinctly marked.

A ping of notification rang, and Geoffrey approached Jonathan with a tablet in his hand.

“Mr. Goldstein, the number of casualties at Grand Hotel has been finalized. Please take a look,” Geoffrey said.

Jonathan took over the tablet.

Fifty four deaths and thirty eight injured.

Though the number may be a bit painful to look at, the casualty was actually minimal.

If Jonathan had chosen to stop and save the people at Grand Hotel when Zebedee and the other Grandmaster Realm cultivators were on their killing spree, he reckoned that the death toll could reach over a hundred.

“Mr. Goldstein, I just hacked into the information system at the airport, and I can’t find any information on Zebedee and the others’ entry. Could it be that they’re using fake names?”

“I don’t think so,” Jonathan said impassively as he tossed the tablet aside.

“Zebedee’s Team Oracle enjoys high honor at Jetroina, especially Zebedee. He has been anointed the holy master by the king of Jetroina. The honor binds them to their names. On top of the arrogance of Jetroinians, it is unlikely that they’re lying,” Jonathan commented.

He furrowed his brows slightly as he recalled the way Zebedee presented himself.

“If the names aren’t right, they must have changed their identities prior to entering the country. We could just match their faces in the surveillance camera footage. Even if it’s not the most efficient method, it is the best way to find out when they entered the borders and the people who welcomed them,” Jonathan ordered.

“Understood!”

Geoffrey turned back to his seat.

Meanwhile, Nina, who was seated opposite Jonathan was as pale as a sheet of paper.

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