As Charlie Wade sipped his coffee, he noticed two ck Cadic SUVs parked outside the motel across the street. Both vehicles were off, and the windows were heavily tinted, but Charlie sensed that there was activity within. He spected that there were likely four people in each car, amon scenario.


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    Furthermore, the SUVs were robust and heavy, making them ideal for blocking or stopping any ordinary vehicle, even in a head-on collision.


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    Just then, a group of middle-aged men in in clothes entered the coffee shop. Charlie observed them closely, noting their disciplined gait, posture, and precise movements. As a trained professional, he quietly stirred his coffee while keeping a watchful eye on these neers.


    The men settled at a corner table by the window and ordered coffees from the waiter. Once the waiter left, one of them nced out at the motel and muttered angrily, “These Rothschilds are the worst. They better not stir up trouble for us. If they create another scandal, our reputation will take a huge hit.”


    Another man nodded in agreement, lowering his voice as he said, “The higher-ups want us to keep a close watch on them for now. If they make any unexpected moves, we need to intervene immediately. But we’ve also been cautioned not to get too close. Rose Childe’s associates are quite sensitive at the moment. If we encroach too much on the Zhou family, it could lead toplications.”


    The first man sighed in frustration, “They don’t seem to care about the FBI at all. Monitoring them feels pointless. Just look at their personnel and equipment—they far outmatch us. If they decide to act, we won’t be able to stop them.”


    As he spoke, he lowered his voice further, “I’ve heard from the equipment department that the Rothschilds have brought in top-of-the-line thermal imaging gear. Within a few hundred meters, they can even distinguish between male and female mice. I wonder what their ns are.”


    The colleague seated opposite him chuckled lightly, saying, “If we can’t halt them, that’s exactly what our superiors want. If the Rothschilds are determined to proceed, no one can stop them—not even the White House. Our job is to act as if we’re trying to intervene. If public opinion turns against them, we can im we attempted to stop them, but they ignored our efforts.”


    At that moment, the third man, who had been quiet until now, interjected, “Did you notice the helicopter that flew by earlier today?”


    “Yes, I saw it,” the others replied. One of them asked, “Was there something special about that helicopter?”


    “The Rothschilds have at least a dozen helicopters stationed nearby,” the third man said, a hint of mystery in his voice. “Those helicopters are just waiting in secret. None have ventured within a mile of the Zhou residence—except for the one this afternoon. Do you know who was on that helicopter?”


    “Who?” the two men asked eagerly.