Inside the CIA command room, the commander was stunned. In that instant, after the sudden explosion, aside from the screams of the logistics personnel who had been injured earlier, everyone else's screens instantly turned to static, and all communication channels went dead.
Yet that explosion made his heart sink. What shocked him was that it was possible for the other side to have planted bombs, but how could the bombs have covered all of their people?!
Their operation plan had only just been finalized! Other than him and the personnel carrying it out, no one else knew about it.
And none of these people could have leaked the plan. The ones executing it were highly reliable, and if they really had a problem, they would not have risked their own lives to carry out the mission!
His mind was a mess. What exactly was going on? Could the enemy have planted a ring of bombs around their villa?
Otherwise, why had their men happened to step on bombs? Although those two locations had been selected as part of their plan, their operatives would certainly make on-site adjustments. Being two or three meters off was perfectly normal!
This was damned bizarre!
"C-Command... requesting rescue... requesting rescue. This is the drone team, this is the drone team." A groaning voice suddenly came through their communications channel.
"Drone team, what happened? What happened?"
"The place we were at had bombs planted there. J-Jack is dead. He was blown away and fell from the eleventh floor... I have multiple blast wounds..." The other member of the drone pilot team spoke in a broken, intermittent voice.
"Hang on! I'll send someone to get you immediately!" The commander was utterly dumbfounded! Why were there bombs at the drone team's location too? How was that possible?!
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