Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1693

Chapter 1693: An Earthquake? I don’t think so

In the underground vault, men searched every corner. There were many things inside—a closet with a man’s clothes, a laboratory counter for research, books regarding chemicals and reactions, and some untouched chemicals.

There seemed to be a lot more, but this more was actually less.

None of the items—at least, none that were still intact—provided enough information.

The leader of the group squatted near a small pile of ash, picking up a half-burned piece of paper. It was a printed photo of someone, but most of it had already burned, making the person unrecognizable.

"..." His mouth formed a thin line, eyes falling on the pile of ash. The smoke and burnt papers were still fresh—the only proof that someone had been here before them.

His eyes glinted as his jaw tightened.

Where did they go? he wondered. If they left before we came in, we would’ve noticed. I had the area sealed with our men.

Anyone who came out of that hatch door or the back alley would’ve been seen. After all, they had just received the coordinates to this place and were told to raid it. Their only order was simple: burn all the evidence in this place.

Any information that could be crucial to their organization had to be destroyed.

That part was already done—before they even arrived. Which meant the person, or people, who burned those documents had seen far more than they should have.

The question now was: how did they escape?

There was only one entrance and exit, and that was the hatch door. There was another path, one that led past the space where the vault entrance was located. But that led to a dead end. He assumed it was designed as a distraction, or something Jonathan—the man who owned this vault—had built to buy time in an emergency.

There’s only one explanation for how someone could disappear without getting noticed, the commander thought grimly. A secret door.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

A loud ringing suddenly echoed through the vault.

The man raised his head and turned. Some of his men were holding devices, scanning the walls and floor. His scarred eyes moved to the source of the sound, spotting one of the men holding a device that was now flashing and beeping rapidly.

The man moved it slightly, causing it to beep even louder. Then he looked at the commander.

"Commander, there’s probably something here," he said. "Maybe a hidden door or a secret compartment."

"Break it down," the commander ordered.

"Yes, sir!"

Some men dragged a sledgehammer over and began pounding on the tiled wall.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

With each strike, tiles shattered and flew in different directions. Bits of cement began to crumble and scatter across the floor.

BAM!

Some men stepped back to avoid the debris, while the commander stood unfazed. He watched as they continued smashing the wall until a large chunk of concrete broke loose.

Everyone froze as the man who had cracked it moved forward. He inspected the opening before turning to their leader.

"Commander, it’s a door," he reported.

Beep... beep... BOOM!

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