<h3 ss="wp-block-heading">The Novel <strong>The Amazing Son in Law</strong> & <strong>Hero of Hearts</strong> by <strong>Lord Leaf</strong> – Free Online Read <strong>Chapter 522</strong>


    In a scene that contrasts sharply with the elegant painting style, a smiling face is unexpectedly drawn at the end of the eight characters. This simple yet vivid face carries a hint of contempt in its smirk.


    As he admired the wless execution of these eight characters, a sudden, deep voice red from the earphone, filled with rage. “What a Lin Wan’er (ni)! Damn it! Damn it!” The anger escted as he shouted, “Blow it up for me!”


    The man, taken aback, instinctively inquired, “Blow it up? Blow up what?” Just as the words left his mouth, the portable camera hanging on his left chest erupted with a violent explosion!


    With a deafening bang, the high explosives obliterated the desk, scattering debris everywhere, while the calligraphy on the rice paper was instantly incinerated by the intense heat of the st.


    The investigator, still trying toprehend the situation, was suddenly struck by a sharp pain in his heart. He was thrown backward, meeting a swift demise, slipping into the depths of Huangquan.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    His death was gruesome; a massive hole was blown through his heart, and his face bore an expression of sheer terror in his final moments.


    Unbeknownst to him, he had met his end at the hands of the very portable video camera he had been wearing.


    This cleverly designed device housed a significant portion of its volume filled with high explosives, along with a miniature detonator. The detonator could be activated remotely through the existingmunicationwork, utilizing the camera’s built-in lithium battery, allowing for detonation at any chosen time.


    The development and assignment of such equipment to organization members served the purpose of eliminating targets and disposing of their bodies when necessary.<fndea7> This content belongs to Find★Novel</fndea7>


    Following the explosion, mes erupted in multiple areas of the room.


    Constructed from mmable materials, the camera’s interior ignited, and as the special stic casing burned at extreme temperatures, it morphed into a thick, tar-like substance that would burn for an extended period.


    Damaged desks, wooden floors, and chemical fiber curtains became coated in this viscous, ming material, rapidly escting the fire’s intensity.


    Within minutes, a fierce ze engulfed the study, mes leaping out and consuming the entire vi.


    When the neighbors noticed the out-of-control inferno, someone promptly called the fire department. However, due to the remote location, it took nearly half an hour for the fire engine to arrive. By the time they reached the scene, almost nothing remained but ashes.


    Given that the main structure of the vi was wooden, it copsed dramatically as the fire reached its peak, leaving only ruins in its wake.


    Once the firefighters extinguished the mes, they began to survey the wreckage, only to be met with the shocking discovery of numerous charred bodies among the debris.


    The Bergen police were quickly alerted, sealing off the area for investigation.


    Yet, despite the recency of the incident, it seemed destined to remain a mystery, as the registered identities of the deceased and previous residents were all false!


    Meanwhile, aboard a heavy-duty container ship en route from Northern Europe to divostok, Russia, Lin Wan’er (ni) upied a cabin transformed into a luxurious hotel suite, with her servant standing respectfully beside her.


    A massive monitor in front of her disyed a frozen image of her study engulfed in mes.


    This footage had been captured and transmitted via a pinhole camera cleverly concealed in the wall opposite her desk.


    With a smile, she manipted the progress bar, rewinding the video to a few moments earlier. When she witnessed the explosion of the camera on the man’s chest, she let out a soft chuckle, remarking, “How dull. I’m getting angry now.”


    Her servant, unable to contain himself, asked, “Miss, do you think they will believe it?”


    Lin Wan’er (ni) grinned mischievously, responding nonchntly, “Regardless, I’m telling the truth. Whether they believe it or not, that’s up to them.”<h3 ss="has-text-align-center wp-block-heading" id="chapter-list"><strong></strong><h3 ss="has-text-align-center wp-block-heading" id="chapter-list"><strong>Next Chapter</strong>