Beneath the Mercedes chassis, the timed explosive lay installed, emitting a faint crimson signal light.
Jonathan's face twisted with a scornful smirk. Just a 12-spoke segment-designed C4 bomb. In front of him, it seemed like a child's plaything.
Back then, even a squadron of F22 Raptor fighter jets from the United States couldn't bring him down.
And now, what was just a mere C4 mini-bomb before him?
His gaze remained indifferent as he slowly reached out, his movements reminiscent of an elegant gentleman, beginning to dismantle the bomb.
His fair hands worked on the explosive like crafting a piece of art, each movement incredibly skillful.
With a few clicks and clacks, he removed the timed explosive.
Two hundred meters away, Grace's beautiful eyes remained fixed on the car's undercar
