"Damn, damn, damn..."
The moment of inspiration was abruptly interrupted, just like coming close to climax and suddenly experiencing impotence. The pain was utterly insane and unbearable.
The mad scientist didn't bang his head on the floor or commit suicide by cutting his veins; he showed remarkable self-control.
Damn it, damn it... He cursed continuously, then took out his phone to log onto the relevant network and start rewriting his calculations, even if this action would expose his location; he couldn't care less.
This life demands madness.
When scientists go mad, they are more formidable than anything else.
And just three minutes after logging onto the network, his hidden location was instantly exposed.
"We've located Constantine," a military hacker burst into the temporary command center holding his personal terminal, "He's in the Eleventh District's sewer system."
Natasha jerked her head up in surprise and asked, "How did you find him?"
