Lewis was also shocked by the thunderous gunfire.
He had initially suppressed Virel and the others single-handedly by the power of his true name, waiting for his men to arrive.
Seeing his men had gotten out of the car and started their offensive, he ignored Virel and turned to chase after Zola's truck.
In his view, this motley crew couldn't possibly withstand the elite force he'd handpicked from the Security Office's special action division.
Even if the opponents were numerous, there was only one outcome—annihilation.
So he confidently and quickly jumped onto a truck.
Today he would catch both the criminals and the loot—everything.
However, the moment he stepped onto the roof, his ears were bombarded.
The gunfire sounded like thunder, or perhaps like a typewriter clattering away.
When he looked back, half of his men were already dead.
The rest were wounded, desperately seeking cover behind the truck.
