Eugene curled up with his head in his hands, and rolled several times on the asphalt road due to inertia before stopping.
Just as I stood up, I heard a plop————!!!
A heavy sound of someone falling into the water came from under the bridge, and it was still clearly audible even at a distance of dozens of meters.
He stuck his head out and saw that the cold river water had already engulfed the heavy armored vehicle, leaving only a few faint ripples and faint oil stains on the water's surface.
Eugene leaned against the edge of the damaged bridge railing, his mind remarkably clear.
With this depth and weight, coupled with the icy cold of the river water in winter, there was almost no chance of survival for the people in the car.
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In the luxurious suite on the top floor of the Thorne Group, heavy curtains blocked out the early morning light, and the air was filled with the elegant scent of ambiguity and cigars.
Reeves, shirtless and casually wearing a bathrobe, sat at the head of the dining table with a sizzling steak on an exquisite porcelain plate.
Keshia lazily curled up on the sofa next to her, wrapped in a silk robe, and occasionally glanced at the man in the main seat. Gina fiddled with the coffee pot on one side, while Erin and Jennifer sat quietly on the other side, enjoying soft croissants.
A moment of calm and luxury.
The screen of the encrypted mobile phone that Ribbs placed on the table lit up silently and vibrated very slightly. He glanced at the screen out of the corner of his eye - Sender: Alfred.
The message was concise, as was Alfred's style:
Last night, Kroon was confirmed dead in the hospital from acute cardiogenic shock. Twelve of his closest associates, Hank, Rocky, Griff, and others, were found driving at high speed early in the morning, crashing through the Brooklyn Bridge guardrail and into the Hudson River. The vehicle has completely sunk, leaving no hope of survival...
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