"Achoo!"
In UW Medical Center, the sound of sneeze came from the special ward.
Outside the ward, there were ten fully armed elite soldiers standing on both sides. They were from an important base and guarded the old man in the ward.
At the same time, pairs of eagle eyes kept looking in this direction from secret corners.
The people from Group One, like spider webs, monitored everything around 24 hours a day.
"Who cursing me behind my back!" Sitting by the bed, Mr. Bentham muttered with a pale face.
In front of him was Eagle!
"Tell me! How is Los Angeles?" Even though Mr. Bentham was seriously ill, he was still worried about Trent. He asked Eagle to keep a close eye on the situation in Los Angeles.
After all.
For him.
For the whole Bentham family.
Trent was the future glory!