Night fell.
In the camp's room, the members of Demolition Team Twenty-Four had already gone to sleep.
The burly man Ulus slowly opened his eyes and sat up from bed.
"Rustle, rustle..."
He quietly put on his clothes and shoes, trying to avoid making any noise, and slipped out like a ghost, leaving the camp.
Twenty minutes later.
He appeared near the factory area at the foot of a distant mountain.
The factory area was continuously expanding, its area growing larger and larger; even at night, it was brightly lit. It looked like a giant beast lying on the ground, deeply shocking anyone seeing it for the first time.
The burly man Ulus hid beside a protruding rock, lying on the cold ground, concealing himself, and watched the entrance of the ore processing plant ahead, trying to get in.
Just as he was about to take action, a sudden sound of footsteps arose, coming closer from afar.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
