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Chapter 55 - Book 1 End
Anderson took cover in the control room. He was fully geared in his tactical attire with all types of guns and knives hanging on him. He looked like he was preparing for war. His entire house was made from bullet proof glass. The house was located away from town, on a remote large acre of land owned by Anderson. It was because his work was dangerous and could easily attract enemies that he secluded himself away from town. His house was surrounded by multiple cameras at all angles in order to catch any intruder that intended on sneaking up on him. With the sudden disappearance of Suit, especially the look on his face before he disappeared, Anderson was not going to take any chances. He had no idea what the demon was going to prepare for him, thus he needed to be on the alert. It was at this time that he was grateful that his home was designed in such a way.
Currently, Anderson was staring intently at all the cameras, but could not find anyone or anything out of place. That, h
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