Chapter 68: The Iron Hoof's Perfect Plan_1

"Big brother, the location has been locked!"

Inside Villa No. 7 of the western suburbs' Hibiscus Mansion.

Aron Jackson was operating the computer, his eyes fixated on the flickering red dot on the screen.

This cutting-edge technology, which he had acquired for a hefty sum from abroad, could instantly lock onto the target's location as soon as they answered the phone.

Both in response speed and accuracy, it had reached the world's top standard.

"The target is at Moscow Style Hotel, but he might have already fled!"

"Even if he escapes to the blue skies above or to the yellow springs below, I want his life!"

Julius Reed turned around, walked to the rear door of the BMW, and gently pulled it open.

On the back seat, Quella Radcliffe, overwhelmed by fright, had fallen asleep.

Yet tears still streaked her face.

"Aron Jackson, I don't want him to leave Gonzalez City alive."

Seeing his woman endure such torment reignited the fury in his heart.