hotmtlnovel Chapter 169 Making bombs
Chapter 169 Making bombs
Next day.
The small town Tristan's car rolled in was only alive thanks to the wild nature park nearby, which attracted foreign tourists like a honey trap. According to the tourist brochure, the park featured actual ruins of Columbian-age buildings which were open for visitors for an extra fee.
As interesting as that was, Tristan didn't have the time for sightseeing.
In the town, he rented one of the many available garages. While his men pretended to be curious tourists and looked out for danger and Cuatro Angulos' people, Tristan was working out on the bombs.
The materials came from the smugglers, and the tools he bought in a hardware store in the town two hours up the road. It was all quiet and convenient. In a place like that, Tristan didn't cause a lot of curiosity.
With 6003 in interfacing skill, crafting some bombs was like a piece of pie. At least on paper.
First, the explosives themselves. The ingredients brought by smugglers were almost ready to become an explosive—Tristan only needed to carefully melt them in a large ceramic pot and mix them in the right proportions.
The ceramic pot came from the nearby market. The heat came from a small gas stove, which was a part of the group's travel supplies. Tristan even had a thermometer to measure the heat, but...
'Shit. It has a metal end. If I stick it into the pot with melting chemicals, it will react with them and ruin the entire mixture. And if I just measure the pot's temperature, the pot's contents will overheat easily—and be ruined as well.'
Tristan paused over his prepared ingredients and the workstation, frowning. He had tried to be ready for anything, but even he could overlook things.
He tilted his head, mentally running over everything he had in store. Maybe there was something to help.
'If I use a smaller pot, it will be easier to keep everything at the right temperature, even if the mixing will take longer... Do I have the time, though?'
By Tristan's mental calculations, he could try, but then he will be cutting it close to the deadline of the Operation Claw. Or he won't have enough explosives.
He sighed and scratched his face, protected by a respirator. There was no AC in the garage, and he was getting uncomfortably sweaty.
'Fuck it. I might as well start with the outer parts—maybe an idea will come to me while I'm working on them.'
That was big enough to sink a decently sized ship.
Just holding them in his hands, Tristan felt the potential power vibrating within.
'Good thing that this type of explosive won't explode without a detonator going off.'
He still packed them very carefully.
Next morning, Tristan's team was going to move again. But before that, in the night, he got a message on his special burner phone.
[I will be in position for a strike within two days.]
It was from Someone You Knew. Enjoy exclusive adventures from empire
Tristan had hired the assassin to kill the anonymous boss of Cuatro Angulos, giving him all the information he hacked about his position and defenses. The price was still steep, but affordable, especially if Tristan dipped into his personal Gemello bank account.
The assassin still crept Tristan out, but he was too effective to pass on.
[Wait for the command to kill, as we talked about, Someone You Knew.]
[Yes, I remember. I don't want to jeopardize whatever you are doing, King Lion. It will give me a lot of interesting work in the future.]
Tristan cringed at the message.
'Is the one of those serial killer type assassins who do the job because they like murder? He's even worse than I thought. Although there are very few good people in both crime and showbiz, if you think about it...'
He shook those thoughts off and closed the chat with Someone You Knew without replying.
Tristan's team was almost ready for the main part of the operation. One more thing left before the main event—saving the hostages.