The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1430

Inside the shantytown, two-man patrols swept the grid every hundred and fifty feet. Their routes were deliberately randomized, making it impossible to time the gaps.

Worse, the alleys were overrun with territorial stray dogs. The second a stranger stepped foot in the dark, the barking would bring the whole cartel down on them.

"Looks like Harold is treating the Old Port like a bunker."

Alexander noted, his eyes scanning the report with chilling detachment. "Good. The more he turtles up, the more terrified he is."

"Mr. Davidson, what's our play?"

"We can't go in guns blazing. The whole district is on his payroll. If we breach, we'll get boxed in and slaughtered."

Carter's brow furrowed in frustration as he spoke.

"We're not breaching." Alexander shook his head and tapped a specific point on the map. "Here. The east service gate. It's an old fire lane. Traffic is dead, guard presence is minimal, and it's flanked by stacked shipping containers. Perfect cover. I'm going in tonight to map the interior."

"Are you out of your mind? No way!" Hayes protested immediately. "That's suicide. If they make you, you're a dead man."

"I have to go." Alexander's tone left no room for argument. "I don't trust anyone else with this recon. I need to see the layout with my own eyes to find his command center."

"I know what I'm doing. I'm not going to get myself killed."

Seeing the absolute finality in Alexander's eyes, Carter and Hayes knew better than to push it. They reluctantly nodded.

Alexander traded his designer clothes for a faded, sweat-stained t-shirt and ripped cargo pants. He slipped on a pair of beat-up work boots, slung the trash-filled backpack over his shoulder, and smeared a handful of grime across his face and arms.

In seconds, the ruthless billionaire CEO had vanished, replaced by a destitute scavenger drifting through the slums.

"Mr. Davidson, we're set. The exfil car is idling in the alley near the service gate. Carter is on point with the sniper overwatch. I'll be running comms from the penthouse."

Hayes said, handing Alexander a sleek, covert earpiece. "Comms are encrypted. Tap twice for an emergency."

Alexander slipped the earpiece in and gave a firm nod. "Good. I'm moving out. Lock the place down."