Project 102

Meanwhile, Dragon smirked as he listened to the problem that had come to his attention. Sitting behind the desk, he shook his head as he let out a series of dry laughter.

"Interesting," he mused, snapping his eyes at the man standing across the desk. "So, you're saying not only did Deborah escape, but the people I sent to kill her died?"

The man lowered his head a little. "Some uninvited party interfered."

"And who are they?"

"We still don't know."

"You don't know?" Dragon smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "How can you not know?"

"There was no footage or witnesses. The job was clean."

"How about the bullets?" Dragon arched a brow. "What type of bullet was used?"

The man slowly lifted his gaze to meet Dragon's sharp eyes. "No bullets were recovered." He slowly took out a small envelope and placed it on the desk. "These were the pictures of the crime scene. All of them didn't die from gunshots."