Bab 519: A Necessary Help

Inside the Empire Hotel, Carmen put the phone on the desk, picked up a wine glass, and walked back to the window. The night had cast its terror on the city. Carmen stared at his reflection in the window as well as the street lit up by police lights. He grinned.

The vivid, bright liquid swirled together and added a hint of menace to his smile.

An armored vehicle full of special forces disappeared at the end of the street and helicopters hovered above the Ber sky.

The door to the presidential suite opened.

Johnson, in a black suit, walked inside and quietly closed the door behind him.

"The actors have left the stage."

"Great."

Carmen's fingers rhythmically tapped the wineglass as he seemed to be deep in thought.

Johnson, who stood behind him, held his breath while waiting for an order.

"Johnson."

Johnson raised his chest.

"Yes!"