After arriving here, Ryan Bennett knew for sure that he was late—at least more than ten minutes late. But since he was already here, how could he leave without taking a look? Even if it was risky, he had to give it a shot. So he parked his electric scooter in a concealed spot, then, relying on his memory from the daytime, crept over stealthily.

At this moment, his daytime reconnaissance proved extremely useful. Ryan Bennett quietly made his way past an abandoned warehouse nearby. Earlier in the day, he had secretly opened a window there and left it ajar when he left. Now, with a simple pull, it opened, and he struggled to climb through.

Ryan Bennett was terminally ill at this time, so even something as simple as climbing through a window left him gasping for breath and his heart pounding, feeling as if a heavy stone was pressing on his chest, making it hard to breathe. He forced himself to suppress his panting, then tiptoed up to the second floor of the warehouse and looked out toward the dock.

What he saw immediately shocked Ryan Bennett. The dock, which had been deserted during the day, now had a yacht moored there, bobbing with the waves. However, only a few lights were on aboard the yacht, clearly indicating an attempt to stay hidden.

Not only that, but on the open ground in front of the dock, three cars were parked—each one a black Lincoln Navigator. All three cars had their headlights on, and one even had its high beams on, illuminating the entire area as bright as day.

However, this place, which should have been bustling with activity, was eerily silent. Even the sound of the distant sea waves crashing against the embankment could be heard clearly.

That was not all—the key point was that the open ground was littered with bodies!

Each of these bodies was dressed in a black suit, looking well-trained, and many of them still had guns in their hands!

Ryan Bennett had come well-prepared this time. He took a simple pair of binoculars from his pocket and looked through them, only to discover a horrifying fact: most of the corpses had expressions of terror, fear, even twisted in agony, as if they had been scared out of their wits before dying.

Not only that, but their deaths were extremely gruesome—severed hands and feet everywhere, and some had even been split in half from top to bottom. Ryan Bennett even saw that on the door of one Lincoln Navigator, there was a gash over half a meter long, as if it had been slashed by a sharp weapon, with the metal edges curled up, smooth and razor-sharp.

“Looks like things are really complicated... Maybe two groups were supposed to make a deal here, and then there was a double-cross?”

Ryan Bennett muttered to himself.

Then, in the field of view of the binoculars, something appeared that made Ryan Bennett's heart race!!

It was a box!

A silver-white box with a high-tech feel!

It was exactly the silver box mentioned in the mysterious text message!!!

There was also a crack on the box, with some of its contents scattered out. On the handle of the box, there was a ghastly pale hand! The hand was severed at the wrist, the cut smooth, and although it had been brutally cut off, the five fingers were still tightly gripping the handle, showing just how desperately its owner had wanted to protect the box.

At this moment, Ryan Bennett became excited and immediately had the urge: rush down, grab the box, and run!

It seemed that although he was late, he hadn't arrived too late. The box was only about twenty meters away in a straight line—he would only need five minutes to grab it and disappear into the night!!

Ryan Bennett was a man of decisive action, never one to hesitate. Without a word, he bent over and jogged down the corridor, gasping for breath, and went straight to the first floor. But just then, from the distant sea came the sudden sound of an engine—“dudududu”—and he saw a large speedboat racing toward the dock.

The searchlight at the bow cast a bright beam, trailing a long white wake behind it!

Seeing this, Ryan Bennett could well imagine his disappointment. But after months of hardening his resolve, his willpower was now unshakable. Almost instantly, he made the optimal choice and slipped into the nearby warehouse.

Once inside, he realized that although the warehouse looked spacious from the outside, it was actually crammed with junk, leaving very little room for a person to hide. There was also an indescribable stench of blood and rot. As Ryan Bennett hid inside and his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he couldn't help but gasp, for he suddenly discovered something truly terrifying.

There was actually another person in the warehouse.

It was a woman in a business suit. Although her face was hidden, the exposed skin was pale and delicate, and the well-tailored office attire accentuated her stunning figure. With her slender waist, her curves were even more striking, creating a powerful visual impact. But what stood out was that a rusty screwdriver had been stabbed into the center of her back, buried to the hilt, right in a vital spot.