Chapter 736 The Signal Weakens
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Jordan froze for a moment, then realized he had been overthinking. He straightened his face at once. “Yes, sir.”
Wyatt opened the car door and slid into the seat. A gust of foul air escaped, and he frowned.
Jordan climbed in from the other side. Wyatt asked immediately, “Do you smell that?”
Jordan took a deep breath, gagged, and nearly retched before clamping a hand over his mouth. “Wyatt, it’s your clothes. You’re marinated in garbage…”
Wyatt’s expression didn’t change. A man like him had seen worse, been through worse. He said flatly, “Drive. IRS.”
Then he pulled alcohol wipes from the glove box and began scrubbing his hands and arms.
Jordan kept sneaking looks at him, thinking, For all his talk about not caring, he sure does. If he finds Madam first and she throws her arms around him, only to get a noseful of this stench, wouldn’t that ruin the moment?
At the IRS complex, Jordan stared up at the towering buildings. “Where do we start?”
Wyatt tilted his head back, a cold smile on his lips. “Idiot. She’s using a jammer, isn’t she?”
Where the signal was dead, that was where she’d be.
Jordan quickly traced the line of weakest reception. “Should we split up?”
They did, each watching their phone’s signal strength as they moved.
Wyatt glanced up at a balcony where clothes hung to dry. Without hesitation, he gripped the air conditioner pipes and drainage line, climbing smoothly up the exterior wall. He pulled down a shirt, considered, then tossed a handful of cash through the open window as payment.
Clinging to the wall, he noticed a security guard passing below, so he vaulted onto the balcony.
The apartment was empty.
Crossing the living room, he snagged a bottle of mineral water off the table, exited through the front door, and stepped into the corridor.
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Chapter 736 The Signal Weakens
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As he walked, he unscrewed the cap and poured the water over his head, soaking his hair. He slicked it back with his hand, stripped off his reeking shirt, and slipped into the stolen jacket.
By the time he climbed higher, his phone’s signal was already weakening.
His eyes narrowed. Slowly, he rotated the device, gauging the shift in strength with every angle.
The signal was almost gone. He didn’t notify Jordan in the other building–he pressed on alone toward the weakest point.
Wouldn’t other residents have noticed the blackout?
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