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The truck with the trademark of Lady Dy Cake Boutique cake shop is heading towards the birthday party where Irene is attending.

It's getting late now, so the driver can't see the road clearly.

"Hey, tell me how much this cake in the back of the car is worth. I looked at him before driving. Oh boy, this cake actually has five layers." The driver was a little bored, so he chatted with his partner sitting in the passenger seat.

"It's not just five layers. Each layer of this cake also uses cream ice cream, chocolate, etc. to depict some life scenes. It's simply a work of art." The young man sitting in the passenger seat wearing a red and white striped uniform was envious. said.

"How much does this cake cost?" The driver was prepared to be frightened.

The man in uniform looked at the delivery note in his hand and said in an incredible tone: "It's actually worth 40,000 US dollars."

"For rich people, just one birthday cake is worth the months of hard work we have to do." The driver felt a strong jealousy in his heart.

"This is society." The man in uniform was thinking more about why he was not a rich second generation.

"Look ahead." The driver suddenly became very excited.

The uniformed man went out through the windshield and saw a red Porsche 911 parked on the side of the road.

A sports car alone is not enough to excite a driver who is over thirty.

Next to the Porsche was a woman in a white evening gown. The woman opened the hood of the Porsche and was lying on the front of the car to look inside the car.

"This body is so hot." The man in uniform was a little angry.

"Let's go help her." The driver didn't think too much and parked the car directly on the side of the road.

"No, let me help her." The man in uniform rushed out of the truck as soon as the car stopped.

"Miss, can I help you?" The two of them ran to the woman in white almost at the same time, with hungry expressions on their faces.

"It's great that you can help. My car can't start and I'm worried." The woman in white turned around and said happily.

"This car is really white. I mean, this car is really big." The man in the uniform was still too young and made many mistakes.

"Go get the toolbox from the car." The driver ordered the uniformed man in an older tone.

The uniformed man reluctantly returned to the truck, while the driver's attention was focused on the pair of big, white cars.

When the uniformed man was about to open the car door and get the toolbox placed under the seat, a Russian mercenary suddenly appeared behind the uniformed man.

The mercenary broke the uniformed man's neck directly with his hands. Before the man in uniform could figure out what was going on, he fell to the ground and died on the spot.

The driver heard the sound of the uniformed man falling to the ground, turned around and saw the uniformed man's body and the tall and powerful Russian mercenary.

The driver was about to scream, but the woman in white behind him broke his neck using the same technique.

After killing the people, the woman in white changed into Carol's appearance, and then put on the uniform that was placed in the Porsche.

This uniform is the uniform that Mystique snatched from Carol's room some time ago.

Mystique put on Carol's nameplate again. And so a cake-delivering pastry chef was born.

Soon, several Russian mercenaries came out of the woods on the roadside. They dragged the bodies of the driver and the man in uniform into the woods and found a place to bury them on the spot.

Another man drove a modified pickup truck out of the woods.

The truck looks exactly like the refrigerated truck that transports cakes. But the truck's cargo container is made of special materials that can be used to fool security cameras.

Two mercenaries quickly transferred the five-layer cake to the modified truck.

Mystique quickly removed a bomb the size of a football from the Porsche. Then she planted the bomb under the cake table.

This cake table was specially made by the cake shop to match the color of the five-layer cake, and it was covered with a white tablecloth.

And this tablecloth can just cover the bomb under the table.

After completing the task of changing vehicles, Mystique sat in the passenger seat of the truck, while a relatively harmless-looking mercenary acted as the driver.

Soon Mystique is heading to Erin's birthday party with a cake containing a bomb.

The Porsches and original delivery trucks on the road were also driven into the woods and hidden by the remaining mercenaries.

These guys are truly professional, and the entire process took less than ten minutes to complete.

In just about twenty minutes, Mystique and Cake Bomb arrived at Erin's door.

Since many heavyweights came to Irene's birthday party this time, security measures were naturally upgraded.

There are several entrances to Erin's house. Security company personnel are stationed at these entrances to check vehicles.

"Wait a minute, please show me your ID." A security guard stopped Mystique's truck.

Mystique calmly showed Carol's ID, and the driver had already prepared a fake ID.

After comparing the appearance of the photo with the real person, the security personnel began to ask about Mystique.

"What's in the car?" the security officer asked as another security officer walked around the van with a visual scanner.

"The cake ordered by Miss Erin" Mystique handed the delivery order to the security guard.

"No problem, the scan results show that everything is normal." The security guard holding the scanner called.

There is no problem with the documents, there is no problem with the delivery note, everything is normal.

Just as the security personnel were about to let him go, Nellie appeared.

"Wait a minute" Nellie yelled.

Mystique doesn't know what's going on though. But both she and the fake driver reached for automatic rifles under their seats.

"Isn't this Miss Carol? Why do you need the pastry chef to deliver the goods in person?" Nellie asked curiously.

Nellie has been drinking with Irene a lot lately to discuss the details of the cake with Carol, so she naturally recognizes Carol.

"Our store owner attaches great importance to this business and hopes that I will deliver the goods in person to prevent any accidents." Mystique said casually.

Nellie obviously believed Mystique's story.

"Then please send the cake to the kitchen first. Then ask Miss Carol to stand by in the kitchen and push the cake out at the right time." Nellie explained.

"No problem" Mystique replied quickly.

In this way, Mystique successfully entered the birthday party venue with a cake containing a bomb.