Chapter 1196

Charlie couldn't help but click his tongue at the scene. "Wow, that's brutal." Hugh instinctively tried to back away, but before he could make a move, Zion had him pinned to the ground ruthlessly. Zion didn't pull any punches—each hit landed with bone-deep force. Hugh's limbs went numb, and all he could do was lie there, paralyzed and helpless. Maeve stepped forward and crouched beside him. "Oh, kid, we'd already cleared you as a suspect. Why couldn't you just hold out a little longer? What's the rush to blow your cover?" She took the compact computer from Hugh's hand, gave it a once-over, and tossed it to Charlie. "Mr. Foster, this is all yours now." "No problem!" Charlie caught it effortlessly and remarked, "Man, technology's wild these days. A device this small can transmit intel? You really missed your calling as a spy." Zion dragged Hugh into the living room. Hugh's eyes darted nervously to the computer in Charlie's hands, but Maeve caught the look. "So, who were you pl