Ultimate Firepower
Chapter 549 - 528: Small Accident

Chapter 549: Chapter 528: Small Accident

Beverly Hills.

8:20 PM.

Dani looked at his watch impatiently. The house’s owner should have arrived home an hour ago, yet Rana Gadot was still nowhere to be seen.

Unsure if something unexpected had occurred.

For now, it was all about waiting—waiting until 9 o’clock, or at the latest until 10 o’clock. If Rana hadn’t returned by then, it meant she wouldn’t be coming back home tonight.

Such situations were fairly normal, but if Rana was a double agent, Dani had to consider whether some information had leaked and tipped her off.

Just as Dani was about to lose patience and begin handling the situation assuming a breach of protocol, he finally saw Rana Gadot’s car pull into the driveway.

It was exhausting—staking out for more than half a day, staying far away, and monitoring through binoculars, fearing even the slightest oversight could give him away.

A top agent of Military Intelligence Sixth Department (MI6), reduced to doing this kind of grunt work—no, when this is over, Dani vowed to find himself an assistant.

Just as Dani was about to set down his binoculars, he noticed another car driving up and into Rana’s property.

Two cars now—one more than usual, though the number of people inside was still unclear.

More people always meant something was amiss.

Dani dialed a number, and as the call connected, he spoke in a low voice: "The target has returned home, an hour later than expected. When she arrived, there was an extra car... wait, no, another car just came in. Now there are two additional cars. I don’t know how many people are inside."

If the situation changes too much, the operation might need to be canceled or postponed.

"Proceed as planned. We’re ready on this end. Stay cautious."

"Understood."

Dani hung up the phone and immediately dialed 911.

"I’d like to report an emergency!"

Without paying the dispatcher any heed, Dani spoke in an odd tone, entirely focused on himself: "I like Rana Gadot. I love her more than anything. But I’m standing outside her house, and she won’t even come out to sign an autograph for me!"

The police operator probably hadn’t encountered a situation like this before. Calmly, she responded, "What you’re doing is illegal. Please leave the property immediately."

In an even colder tone, Dani said: "Tell her to come out and meet me, or I’ll blow her up! I’ll destroy her house; I’ll kill her!"

After spouting off such irrational, deeply disturbing words, Dani hung up immediately.

For him, it was merely acting. Dani wasn’t truly deranged; he didn’t even bother extending his performance.

Starting his car, he drove toward Rana’s house.

After calling 911, the police would arrive in no more than five minutes. If necessary, even a patrol car nearby could show up immediately—it was all a matter of contingency.

Dani quickly reached Rana’s house.

Beverly Hills was full of luxury estates, and Rana’s property wasn’t particularly eye-catching nor overly large. Parking in the yard was rather tight, yet Dani noticed the most recent two cars had also parked inside.

That was a bit unusual, since visitors’ cars could have easily parked in the ample open space outside.

But Dani didn’t have time to dwell on it.

Dani’s mission was straightforward. He parked the car outside the main gate, got out, grabbed a black plastic-wrapped package from the trunk, walked to the entrance, gathered his breath in the Dantian, and roared at the top of his lungs:

"Rana! I love you! Go to hell!"

After yelling, Dani pulled out the fuse on the black package, lit it with a lighter, and hurled it over the wall.

It wasn’t a real bomb—it was fake. Inside, there was just a firework shell to create a commotion.

As soon as the package landed inside the yard, it erupted with a thunderous explosion.

Before the package detonated, Dani had already turned, hopped back in his car, and driven off just as the sound reverberated in the distance.

From afar, Dani saw a police car speeding toward him with flashing lights, passing right by his car.

Impressively fast—he hadn’t seen such quick response times, even in affluent neighborhoods.

Dani drove past a long row of police cars. After roughly counting them, he estimated there were seven squad cars.

Among the officers was Gao Yi.

At the moment, Gao Yi was dressed in police uniform, with a handgun, pepper spray, handcuffs, and a walkie-talkie strapped to his chest. Christopher was driving, while Gao Yi sat in the passenger seat en route to the scene.

The chief of Beverly Hills Police Station was sitting in the second car ahead.

A convoy of cars roared toward Rana’s residence, blocking any cars attempting to leave from inside. The first officers on the scene were already negotiating with those inside through the gates.

"The homeowner refuses to let us in for inspection and claims no one called the police or experienced any assault—that this was a prank call."

"I heard the explosion and saw flashes from the blast."

The walkie-talkies buzzed with exchanges. These officers followed standard procedure for entering and inspecting the premises. With their body cameras recording everything, none of their actions—be it speaking or protocol—would come into question.

Christopher pulled the car into the rear of the convoy, listening to the chatter on the walkie-talkies. He turned to Gao Yi and said, "This situation feels off. Even for a celebrity, this isn’t the time to refuse entry to police. Their refusal excuses also involve denying any threats, which amounts to making false statements—serious consequences. Why would they do that?"

Gao Yi spread his hands and replied, "I don’t know."

The police cordoned off the area, and the Beverly Hills police chief personally led officers to the front gate, yelling, "This is a bombing incident—a terrorist attack, not a prank! Open the gate, or you’ll be in big trouble!"

This wasn’t a residential search and didn’t require a warrant.

If Rana continued refusing police entry, her troubles would escalate significantly.

Finally, the gates creaked open, and police swarmed inside.

"We received reports of someone trying to blow up the houses here. Please evacuate immediately!"

Gao Yi watched silently from the car and noticed far more people emerging from inside than expected.

Surprisingly, there were seven men and two women.

Finally, Rana Gadot appeared, stepping out of her yard in visible frustration, wearing a hat and oversized sunglasses.

Christopher let out a quiet sigh and murmured, "You know, I thought there was about to be a shootout. These people aren’t normal—they’re definitely not ordinary civilians."

Gao Yi expressed astonishment, asking, "Oh? What do you think they are?"

"Hard to say, but definitely abnormal. I almost expect them to start pulling guns any second now. Hmm, maybe it’s a coincidence today, but something’s definitely going on. Separate Rana from the others; bring them all to the station for questioning."

Christopher looked serious as he picked up the walkie-talkie, speaking in a low voice: "I feel there’s something wrong with these individuals. Separate them on grounds that one of them might pose a threat to Rana. Regardless of her stance, stay firm."

Whether the Beverly Hills police chief had the guts to pull Rana in was now up for debate.

Rana was classified as the victim here, not a suspect. For the police to forcibly take her to the station, even under the guise of protection, was stepping over the line.

"Understood. I’ll order it."

When the police chief decided to take his chances, he did so decisively, announcing over the walkie-talkie, "If they refuse, bring them in by force. I’ll take full responsibility for any issues!"

Gao Yi couldn’t help but feel the chief’s declaration was directed at him.

Originally, the plan was to speak with Rana in her home, but the sudden appearance of unidentified individuals meant the discussion venue had to shift to another place. It was a perfect excuse to figure out who these people were.

There’s an old saying: "A county official can’t beat a present-day chief." With Gao Yi showing up alongside the police, the biggest advantage was that no matter who Rana contacted—a lawyer, powerful connections—they couldn’t stop what had already begun. Even if serious fallout followed, the tasks at hand were already done.

Gao Yi watched as Rana was placed into a police car while Christopher didn’t wait, immediately activating the sirens to follow closely.

The team headed to the Beverly Hills Police Station. Though they couldn’t use the interrogation rooms, it didn’t matter—an interview room or holding space was adequate.

Two female officers escorted Rana to a waiting room just moments before Gao Yi entered behind them.

Christopher didn’t need to attend. Gao Yi was accompanied only by Xinfeng.

This was Gao Yi’s first time seeing Rana in person.

She didn’t look as good as she did in movies—not as beautiful as Lucy.

The two policewomen tactfully left the room. Rana sat down. Though clearly upset, upon seeing Gao Yi and Xinfeng enter in uniform, her demeanor quickly cooled.

"Hello, Huaxinfeng, I’m Gardener."

Gao Yi cut straight to the chase, skipping any tests or indirect infiltration, directly revealing Rana’s identity.

Rana appeared perplexed, responding with a look of confusion: "I don’t understand what you’re talking about."

Xinfeng calmly added from the side, "I am Xinfeng."

Rana glanced at Xinfeng. This time, she said nothing, merely exhaling deeply and shaking her head wearily.

"Apologies for bringing you here. The original plan was to meet at your house, but with so many unexpected guests, we had to relocate. May I ask who those individuals are?"

Gao Yi offered a polite apology, explaining why Rana had been brought to the station and inquiring about the identities of the others, probing for any potential threats.

Rana replied softly, "Family and friends, but... they’re not close with me. Today was actually my first meeting with them. Can you let them go?"

While Rana still hadn’t directly confirmed her identity, her response indirectly answered Gao Yi’s question—she was Huaxinfeng.

It had initially been speculation, but obtaining confirmation turned out to be this simple.

As they say, a big celebrity working as a spy—the star status serves as their best shield and most advantageous weapon. However, once their identity is exposed, escape becomes virtually impossible.

Gao Yi pondered for a moment before smiling and saying, "Oh, Mossad? Excellent."

Excellent, just call Martin. If Rana wasn’t cooperative, his achievement was right within reach.