The driver at the wheel suddenly spoke up, interrupting everyone's thoughts. "Stop guessing. The target seems to be back!"
In front of the mansion, a similarly black sedan drove straight into the courtyard before stopping. Immediately after, a man with salt-and-pepper hair and a stern expression got out of the car; it was Oct, who had just returned home.
Just as the people in the car were about to act, the peripheral surveillance personnel suddenly reported through the communicator of the burly man in the front passenger seat, "Wait, it looks like there are hounds!"
"Fuck! I knew these damn bloodhounds would track us here!" The burly man's expression turned cold. He gripped the communicator and ordered, "Team Two, Team Three, go deal with those pesky hounds!"
"Roger that!"
"Roger that!"
After two consecutive responses, two cars parked by the roadside suddenly started and drove off in one direction.
