"So much time has passed, and there's still nothing unusual about that exorcist."

"Could it be that what happened in the 17th inning really had nothing to do with him?"

"Is this really just a coincidence?"

"But we still haven't figured out what kind of virus it is."

"If it were just one virus, all those people should have died in the same way."

"But those people in the 17th inning died in a variety of ways."

"This is the result of many different viruses."

"How can people in the same place be infected with different viruses at the same time?"

"How could so many powerful viruses appear at the same time?"

"This is definitely not an ordinary infection."

"This situation occurred shortly after the 17th Bureau finished handling that exorcist's case."

"And according to the information, that exorcist was very skilled."

"He is highly praised and respected in Hollywood circles and among the wealthy."

"He even used it to squeeze into Hollywood's high society."

"Ordinary people could never do that."

"There's definitely something wrong with this person."

"The current situation suggests that something might have happened to Bart and his team."

"Were you bribed?"

"Or was he controlled by that exorcist using some method?"

"That's not important anymore. What's important is to change our strategy for dealing with him."

"Bart and his team are no good. Sending others will only yield the same result."

"Since he can't break through here, let's start with the people around him."

"He seems to be getting quite close to Sofia Porter lately."

"Hmm, this woman is no good. She's worth billions; I can't make a move on her. Otherwise, it might backfire and burn me instead."

"Then let's start with his work."

"But we need more detailed information to develop a more prudent plan."

"Perhaps I can fabricate a paranormal case to expose some things and set up a sting operation."

...

After breakfast, a completely new plan had already taken shape in his mind.

Just then, his years of intuition made him suddenly sense a danger.

Before he could react, he heard a series of violent explosions.

Rumble...

Flames shot into the sky.

The roof of Robert Logan's house was ripped off.

It was a real physical overturn.

It turns out that, at some point, a ring of explosives had been planted around Robert Logan's house.

Just now, the explosives were suddenly detonated.

The immense impact engulfed Robert Logan's house and the houses of his neighbors on both sides in flames.

Robert's house was completely surrounded, and it was the most severely affected, with the roof being ripped off and a large area of ​​the house collapsing.

The neighbors on both sides are in a slightly better situation, but not by much.

Robert Logan, being an old man, was very vigilant and would always be able to detect if anyone entered his house.

Therefore, the explosives were only buried around the perimeter of his yard; there was not a single gram of explosives inside the yard or the house.

In fact, no one ever stepped into his yard.

Buzz...

Just then, a high-powered SUV suddenly drove up from the side of the street and crashed into Robert's yard.

A burly, overweight middle-aged man, dressed in combat gear, got out of the vehicle.

He took a single-soldier rocket launcher from the back seat of the car and aimed it at the house in front of him.

Boom!

The rocket-propelled grenade exploded, causing the house to collapse even more severely.

The burly middle-aged man threw away the rocket launcher and took out a rifle, holding it in his hand.

He also carried a pistol and a grenade, as well as multiple magazines for his rifle, on his waist.

And so, the burly middle-aged man stepped into the section that had not collapsed.

He was very fast, but his steps and facial expression were a bit stiff.

Even his eyes were somewhat vacant, devoid of any emotion.

…………

Robert Logan was completely stunned by the explosion.

Fortunately, the explosives were buried around the yard; otherwise, he would be dead by now.

Nevertheless, he was hit on the back by a falling rock.

His waist was pierced by a flying shard, and he had dozens of minor injuries.

However, he is not dead yet.

He immediately called the police and notified his colleagues at FbI, then ran into the basement.

However, he knew that it would take at least 10 minutes for rescue to arrive.

Can he make it through these 10 minutes?

He wasn't sure.

boom!

Just as he entered the basement, a rocket-propelled grenade flew in and blasted the area he had just been standing in.

Robert thought to himself, "That was close!"

Then he sensed that someone had come in.

boom!

The person who came seemed to know his location, and went straight to the basement, throwing a grenade down there.

Hand grenades aren't very powerful, but if you get too close, they can still kill you.

If there are steel balls inside, not dying is worse than dying.

Robert hid well and wasn't hit by the grenade, but he was cursing inwardly.

He couldn't understand for a moment who wanted to kill him and why such a big fuss had been made.

Ta-da...

Footsteps approached, and the person began to descend the stairs.

Robert listened carefully and discovered that there was only one person's footsteps.

He thought to himself that this person was far too arrogant.

One person dared to come and kill him.

Suddenly, he felt the courage to rebel.

He wanted to turn the tables and kill his opponent.

He subtly moved to a different position, opened his armory, and took out rifles, pistols, and other firepower.

As a member of FbI's management team, how could they not have these things at home?

Ta-da...

The footsteps grew closer.

Robert endured the pain in his back and waist, waiting patiently to deliver the fatal blow.

Ta-da...

The footsteps grew closer.

Right now.

Robert suddenly emerged from behind the wall, took a quick aim, and pulled the trigger.

Da da da...

The rifle spewed fire as Robert, with his superb marksmanship, precisely delivered bullets into his opponent's body.

In an instant, the man's torso was smashed to pieces, with more than a dozen bullet holes appearing on his body, and a large amount of blood gushed out like water.

But then, something amazing happened.

Despite being injured, the person showed no reaction and did not fall down.

Instead, he raised his gun and began to fight back.

Da da da...

The burly middle-aged man also fired his own bullet into Robert's body.

Robert immediately collapsed to the ground, bleeding profusely from his body and mouth.

“It’s you, Burn Short.”

Robert is not dead yet; he was not seriously injured.

He recognized Burn Short, the former arms smuggler.

Burn Short was bleeding profusely, and his face was deathly pale, but he seemed to feel no pain, and his movements were not restricted in the slightest.

He held the gun, walked silently to Robert, and pointed the gun at Robert at close range.

"No, you're not Bourne-Shorst, you're Cao..."