Manor.
Secret room.
"Bang!"
The old man slammed his fist onto the table in front of him, damn it, his hand hurt, but this pain was far from shifting the anger in his heart. It was dark now, and he'd assumed the rats were all going into their holes.
Who knew.
They really learned from the rats.
At nightfall.
They started foraging, counterattacking the consortium's joint action group. In the evening, it was them chasing the other side, but after dark, it became the other side chasing them. It had been less than ten minutes since night fell.
Forty.
At least forty people down.
"Kill."
"Don't let a single one escape."
The old man growled lowly.
Now.
Face and dignity were both lost, in the United States, on their own turf, their own supervised operation encountered such a turn of events, resulting in such a huge loss, simply a humiliation.
"..."
His subordinates were silent.
Kill?
Easy to say.
It's dark.
