บท 92: The Sorrow of the Detectives

The young Secret Service agent, Sona, hung up in a daze.

Victor, the young man with dark circles, old detective Bloom, and Detective Fritz, their eyes all looked nervously at Sona.

At this moment.

They even held their breaths.

Tonight.

Or rather, recently.

All sorts of chaotic events happened one after another.

It made everyone feel increasingly helpless and indescribable.

Sona swallowed.

She first glanced at Victor who was sitting at the long table.

"It's a call from my hometown." Then, she said nervously.

Hearing her mention his hometown, the expressions of everyone in the monitoring room changed.

"A colleague from the Intelligence Department said.

"Just now.

"There was an explosion at No. 18 of the Lotte Villa in Owain City," Sona said quickly with a serious tone.

Victor's eyelids twitched. He leaned forward.