Chapter 1889: The Pinnacle Of The World

The iron gate was twisted and glowing red from the flames, making it impossible for anyone to survive inside.  Once cooled down physically, the gate was forcibly opened. The few bodies inside had been reduced to charred remains, and an acrid stench filled the room. Mateo stepped inside, his gaze sweeping the room before settling on one particular body. "Is that Mark?" he asked. "I don't know. At least, the pursuit of Mark continues."  Mateo had spent three days at the United Nations. During...