His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0625

The phone identification code, also known as the phone's serial number, was used to uniquely identify each phone, which was the equivalent of human identification.

With the Temple of War's satellite surveillance system and the supreme authority Alexander possessed, it was quite possible to track Vinicent's location in real time through the security chip configured in his phone.

*Purchase record, phone identification code..."

In the surveillance room of the Walbeer family mansion, Jonathan was nervous. Suddenly, he turned his head to look at the bodyguard beside him and shouted impatiently, "Weren't you the one who bought the phone Vinicent was using? Find out the purchase record. Quick!"

The bodyguard head dared not waste a minute. He rushed to the mansion's warehouse to retrieve the phone's purchase receipt from the warehouse, and then quickly returned to the surveillance room. Sweating profusely, he handed it to Jonathan. "Young Master, I found it!"

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"Mister Kane, the identification code has been found!"

Jonathan held the ticket, gripped his phone tightly, and reported in a loud voice, "The identification code for Vinicent's phone is 86746200... a total of seventeen digits. I'll read it again, Mister Kane."

"You don't have to repeat it," said Alexander and hung up the phone. With one hand on the wheel, his right hand quickly tapped a message on the screen of his phone, sent to Juno.

[Track this cell phone identification code, and locate Vinicent's hiding place for me.]

Just under three minutes later, Alexander's phone vibrated, alerting him to the receipt of Juno's message.

[Tracking shows Vinicent is now about sixty kilometers from you. He is at an abandoned gas station in the western suburbs of Sullivan Town. I've given you his real-time location.]

Good.

Alexander did not hesitate. He stepped on the accelerator and sped off in his bulletproof Mercedes Benz S-Class. His destination was the abandoned gas station in the western suburb of Sullivan Town. He had to kill Vinicent.

Meanwhile, around the outskirts of Sullivan Town...

"Vinicent."

At the entrance of the abandoned gas station, two black-clad and masked slender men, one on the left and one on the right, stood beside Vinicent and said in a deep voice, "Master knew that you didn't betray the organization but rather were used by Alexander to eliminate our branch in the Great Northwest.

"Although you won't get credit for what you did, it wasn't a mistake either. There is no need to live in hiding in the future. I hope you will continue to serve our master.

Vinicent sat on the floor, holding his large screen phone in his arms, watching the foreign sci-fi action movie on it, the comer of his mouth revealing a trace of an undisguised miserable smile.

Continue to serve?

Even though the Black Maple Master's strength was monstrous and he had reached the middle stage of the Lord of War, who was he compared to Alexander?

Alexander was the strongest Lord of War in the world, standing at the top of the entire world, on par with the ruler of Wyverna, and his strength was far beyond the peak of a Lord of War. He was also one who commanded four great Dukes of War, nine great Baron of War, and 108 generals.

How could the Black Maple Organization resist such a tyrannical power?

"Are you afraid?"

One of the men in black had a hoarse, deep voice that sounded like gold and iron rubbing together. He laughed a few times in his throat before saying coldly, "Don't worry. Although Alexander is strong, he is still a body of flesh and blood!

*This time, in addition to saving you, Master has also specially arranged a team of Black Maple Guards to lurk in the dark, ready to snipe at Alexander at any time.

"It's okay if Alexander doesn't come. If he dares to come, he will be left without a way back."

Black Maple Guards? Vinicent looked up sharply, a flash of horror flashing across his eyes. The Black Maple Guards were the core members of the Black Maple Organization, one of the most powerful cards in the hands of the Black Maple Master, and it had taken him a full 30 years to cultivate 20 of them.

Rumor had it that the selection criteria for the Black Maple Guards was very strict. From a young age, they had to undergo special operations to cut off the human body's pain nerves, and then soak their bodies in various poisons every day while practicing martial arts techniques to torture their bodies to the point where they felt no pain and had no feelings. It was through these that they could become mass murderers.

"If Master hadn't been injured, he might not have been willing to send the Black Maple Guards."

The two men in black looked at the shocked Vinicent and laughed low and cold, "Each Black Maple Guard carries at least two kilograms of high explosives, enough to destroy a small military base!

*No matter how powerful Alexander is, as long as he is a human, he'll never be able to retreat peacefully under the attack of the Black Maple Guards!"

The Black Maple Guard, combined with the explosives, was already the most powerful strike the Black Maple Master had set up in the Great Northwest.

*Besides the Black Maple Guards, there are also us!"

The two men in black walked out of the abandoned gas station and looked far ahead at the empty road, their smirks growing more malicious. "Vinicent, the mission given by the Master is that we must take off Alexander's head at all costs.

"We'll let you see Alexander's head and let you know that joining the Black Maple Organization is the best decision you've made in your life."

Vinicent looked at the backs of the two black-robed men and glanced at the distant suburban highway, and he finally realized that these two Black Maple Protectors, as well as the 20 Black Maple Guards, were ready to die.

They were about to commit a suicide attack to kill Alexander.