His gaze was tightly locked on the man in the wheelchair, almost certain that person was the mastermind behind the scenes!
His expression was as cold and stern as the chill of Siberia, with a flicker of flame in his eyes. He clenched his fist tightly, squeezing it hard.
Dammit.
God knows how much he wanted to just pull out a gun and shoot that man right there, but he couldn't. He at least needed to identify the man's true identity first; to solve this, he needed to hit the heart of the organization, not just eliminate one man and give them the chance to rise from the ashes.
"Yes." Scott Harris felt his heartbeat pounding; he also realized the mysterious figure behind the scenes had finally appeared.
He picked up his phone, adjusted the camera, aimed it at the man's face, and snapped a photo.
Just as he finished, the man seemed to suddenly sense something, swiftly turning his head, his gaze cutting through the crowd and locking onto their car!
