30 kilometers outside the capital Butare.
In the night, at the Sena national power grid hub station, the steel giant remains silent in the darkness.
About 500 meters outside the hub, the rear doors of two vans open.
As the doors open, Klein jumps out, like an embodiment of the night, leading twelve mercenaries into the shadows.
The figures in black combat uniforms are almost invisible in infrared vision.
Hiss—
The tranquilizer dart shoots out silently, bringing down the guard on the watchtower.
Thud—
The sharp tactical knife cuts through the throat, the spurting blood instantly absorbed by the fabric.
The surveillance lines are precisely cut off, the alarms muted.
Inside the core control room, the engineer on duty hears something outside, stands up to check.
Just as the door opens, a cold gun muzzle is pressed to his forehead.
"Lie down if you want to live!"
Klein's voice is like the Siberian chill.
