<h4>Chapter 330: The Destination</h4>
"Since I’m already going to try a second time, I might as well see the true face of Uprising. I won’t make it that easy for them. They want to find me; they need to work hard for it. Let’s see if they have what it takes," Ryder muttered as he switched off his phone so that he couldn’t be tracked.
He walked closer to the Pilot.
"Take the helicopter to the south block of the city. I’ll tell you where to stop when I’m there," he told the Pilot.
Ryder didn’t know that as he turned off the phone, he made it so that Esmi couldn’t contact him either. Esmi was currently calling him to tell him about what happened and that a powerful person was after him.
He was right about one thing, though. His phone was being tracked, and he cut off the tracking by turning off the phone.
The masked man and his five subordinates were at a fast-food shop. The Five subordinates were having cold drinks inside while the masked man stood outside as he waited for the call.
Soon, his phone started ringing.
He picked up the call without even looking at the caller ID.
He stood straight as he asked, "You found him? Tell me his coordinates?"
"Found who? Who are you looking for?" The person on the other side of the call inquired in a deep voice.
"Oh, it’s just you, Twelfth King. What do you want?" The Masked man said as he rolled his eyes. He recognized the voice of the person and realized that it was the Twelfth King. He didn’t seem much interested in talking to the Twelfth King.
"I want some answers. Where are you right now?" The Twelfth King inquired.
"What does this have to go with you? You’re not my babysitter. Focus on your own work," The Thirteenth King replied in an annoyed tone.
"I am doing our work. It’s you who’s not where we were supposed to meet. Tell me, where are you, and why was it that I only heard Thirteen sts. Did you screw this up again?" The Twelfth King asked, straight away.
He was supposed to meet the Thirteenth King at the top of a building, but he didn’t find him there. He decided to call him to inquire about his whereabouts and why one bomb didn’t go off.
"Look! I’m here doing what I’m supposed to do. Even if I did screw up, you can’t do anything, so keep your mouth shut. This mission is my responsibility, and I got the permission for it. You are just here to be of useless help in case of emergencies that I’ll never need. So stay where you are and stop trying to put your nose in what I’m doing," the Thirteenth King let out before he disconnected the call.
The phone again started ringing. He picked up the call again.
"What now?" He said.
"I was tracking the number, and I have some updates for you," the person on the other side of the call said. His voice sounded a little nervous.
"Oh, it’s you. Tell me where he is," The Thirteenth King said as he started walking.
"I was tracking the number, and it was on the constant move. I was sure that the person was in a moving vehicle. That guy was clever and turned off the phone, so I couldn’t track the signal, but he was just a little bit slow. I had already used the satellite to see his location. It’s clear. He’s moving a Dream Thunder helicopter to move around. I’m keeping an eye on him using the satellite. He’s still on the constant move,’ The person answered.
"He’s moving, huh. Let’s see how long he stays in the helicopter. He’lle down pretty soon when the helicopter runs out of power. Tell me where he is right now," the Thirteenth King said.
"He’s going towards the South. I am not sure if he’s leaving the city or going toe down there. I’ll tell you when hees down," The person told the Thirteenth King as he kept his focus on theputer screen in front of him, which was showing the satellite imagery of Ryder’s helicopter.
"The South Block, huh. It doesn’t matter," the Thirteenth King muttered as he disconnected the call.
Far away from the city where themotion was taking ce, a Jet was getting ready to depart with the agents of the FBI that were being sent to investigate the sts.
The President had also given the speech by now, which was the same asst time. All the cities were under curfew. The borders were sealed, and the National Guards were sent to the city that suffered the terrible attacks tonight.
Ryder was sitting inside the helicopter with the terrorists, whose hand was still bleeding, but Ryder wasn’t doing anything to help him. Ryder watched the man cry in pain. He was more concerned about getting his answers.
"We’re in the South Block," the Pilot suddenly informed Ryder.
"Good," Ryder muttered as he dragged the terrorist close to the door of the helicopter and made him look outside.
"Now tell me! Which was the building where you all met before leaving for the attacks and the ce where the bombs were synced?" Ryder asked the man.
"T-that one!"
The man said as he pointed with his only hand that was still intact.
Ryder looked in the direction he was pointing at and saw what seemed like an abandoned building.
The most shocking thing was that this building was right beside his building, which he purchased and got renovated for his business.
’These bastards. nning such a thing right beside my building,’ Ryder thought as he cursed the Uprising in his mind.
"Will anyone be inside at this time?" Ryder asked the man.
"There shouldn’t be anyone inside now. The mission ispleted. The sts happened. I don’t think anyone would stay here anymore," the man replied.
"That’s good. We’re going inside, and you’ll tell me the location where the bombs were kept and where you all stayed together," Ryder told the man.
"Land the helicopter on top of that building,"
He walked up to the pilot and told him tond the helicopter on the target building.
The Pilot nodded his head and followed themands. Hended the Helicopter on top of the building.
"Stay here. I should be back soon," Ryder told the pilot before he got off the helicopter with the man in his hand.
He walked to the door at the end of the roof, which supposedly led downstairs.