“I understand!”


    Nash responded faintly, then quickly walked away.


    He returned to his room.


    There, he took out his phone and dialed a number.


    In the Jacksons’ estate in Capiton, Lucas Jackson was sitting on the couch with an expensive cigar in


    hand. He was the son of the Jackson family.


    A group of masked men in ck stood in the vi.


    Beside them, a masked individual sat intently gazing at aputer screen that disyed surveince


    from various sections of the Cape River Expressway.


    “Mr. Lucas, the convoy from the Ninth Division is estimated to enter Capiton territory in four hours!”


    “We must leave immediately and intercept them outside Capiton!”


    Lucas gave the order nonchntly.


    Dozens of masked men swiftly turned and exited the vi.


    “Lucas, those are agents from the Special Security Institution! Do… Do you really want to do this?”


    A dignified and elegant-lookingdy expressed her concerns.


    She was Lucas’ elder sister, Lana Jackson.


    Hearing that her younger brother had summoned the family’s specially trained operatives, she had a


    premonition that something major was about to happen that night.


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    Hence, she tried to dissuade him.


    However, Lucas was adamant about his decision.


    Lucas looked at Lana with darkened eyes and said softly, “The loss of countless lives is necessary for


    every major family’s rise. Moreover… we’re developing a specific cure for HIV. We’re saving the lives of


    millions of HIV patients!”


    “The nationalboratory has top talents. They can also develop the drug once they get FS


    Microbacteria!”


    Lana strongly opposed her family’s exorbitantly priced drugs.


    Although thepany’s medications were effective, patients would often go bankrupt and


    umte massive debts.


    Even if they were cured, they would spend their lives tirelessly working to repay their debts.


    “That’s a woman’s perspective! That’s why Grandfather never allowed you to get involved inpany


    matters!”


    Anger shed across Lucas’ stern face.


    He could notprehend it.


    Both of them were born into the Jackson family.


    Both of them had the same father.


    Why was Lana so weak-willed?


    Lana sighed helplessly, got up, and slowly walked upstairs to her bedroom.


    Two hourster, dawn was approaching.


    On the Cape River Expressway, the convoy from the Ninth Division gradually halted.


    Judas, who had been resting, opened his eyes.


    Outside the window, a young man in casual attire and sunsses approached and said, “Mr. Deacon,


    there’s been an ident up ahead…”


    Judas frowned and said, “Turn around and get off the highway immediately!”


    The young man responded seriously, “If we leave the highway now, it’ll dy our arrival in Capiton by


    at least two hours!”


    Judas angrily retorted, “Don’t you understand me? This is an order…”


    “Yes, Sir!”


    The young man gulped.


    As he was about to get into the vehicle, he suddenly stiffened and leaned back.


    A bullet whizzed past him.


    There was no sound of a gunshot.


    Using all his strength, the young man shouted, “We have a situation…!”


    Instantly, all the agents from the vehicles took up their weapons.


    From the woods on both sides of the highway, masked men emerged.


    Armed with advanced weapons, they aimed at the convoy and began firing..


    A fierce battle ensued.


    With a grave expression, Judas abruptly stood up, burst through the roof of the vehicle, and soared into


    the air.


    In an instant, he transformed into a ghostly figure and pounced on the masked attackers.


    Among the masked attackers, a formidable figure charged out.


    This individual was on par with Judas in terms of strength. The moment they shed, ripples spread


    in all directions.


    Helicopters in the skyunched fire suppression to the attackers below.


    The masked attackers wore bulletproof vests, rendering sniper bullets ineffective.


    More masked attackers kept lunging out of the woods.


    In less than a minute, the number of masked attackers on the road surpassed a hundred.


    Members of the Ninth Division started calling for backup on their radios, “Calling headquarters, calling


    headquarters, we’ve been ambushed. Requesting assistance! Requesting assistance!”


    After an hour-long standoff, with bullets depleted, the two sides resorted to hand-to-handbat.