They must’ve been exposed.
Owen’s voice and the others distracted him through the communication device.
"Team B, guard the door. Don’t let anyone escape our encirclent!" Owen’s voice ca through the public channel.
"Yes, sir!"
"Team D is in the kitchen, with two ard n inside. Take them down, but be careful!"
"Team C, assist Team E on the second floor!"
"Team A!? Report your status?"
"Five rooms cleared. Three rooms left..." Reid answered Owen when he saw that his team had already given him a clear sign after they had captured their target.
Reid kicked open the door in a split second, but to his surprise, the bedroom was dark and empty.
He hurriedly checked the room, gun in hand, prepared to shoot anyone inside.
However, he stopped in his tracks when he saw the perfectly made bed with no signs of anyone using it.
"Clear!" he shouted, dashing out to assist in another room. He encountered several n standing outside the next room.
"What’s going on?" Reid asked as he hurried toward them.
"Soone escaped through the window, sir!" one of them replied.
"And why are you still here?" he asked, displeased. He was about to rush toward the open window but paused when the man responded.
"Two n are already pursuing that person, Sir—"
Reid looked at the open window. He felt relieved and turned to them as he inquired, "How many people did you find?"
"Total of six, four n and two won."
After hearing their report, Reid instructed two people to detain them in one room. He asked the rest to assist another team on the second floor, where the gunfire had started.
As he watched them depart, Reid imdiately opened his secure line to make a call.
"Max, soone escaped through the third-floor window. Please track that person. I think that person might be their leader. You know who—"
"Got it! I will track him."
Reid said nothing as he heard the sound of a keyboard from the other end; he knew Max must be working now.
He ended the call and walked toward the people they captured to see if Mad Dog or his leaders were among them.
When Reid entered the room, he was shocked to find them sleeping almost naked, including two won, wearing only sothing that covered their intimate parts.
"Damn it! Can you guys cover them!?" Reid snapped as he glanced at his two n standing at the door.
Imdiately, one rushed to the bed, pulled the blanket, and covered all of them.
"Sorry, sir—" The man slightly bowed and returned to his place near the door.
After seeing their bodies covered up to the neck, Reid walked closer to the bed. He tried to check whether they could capture the Dark Skull sub-leader they had been looking for.
Reid only needed a few minutes to recognize that these three n were indeed sub-leaders of Dark Skull. He rembered their faces from the list they had to trace them all.
Even though they caught the three people they were looking for, Reid showed no joy or satisfaction because he was sure there was no Mad Dog among the four n in the room—he knew for sure Mad Dog had a tattoo from his neck down to his chest.
One man went undetected. He was probably a regular mber sleeping on this floor, or he might have been a new guy working his way up the ranks.
He dismissed his curiosity and returned to their primary target, Mad Dog. However, rembering Mad Dog, his anger flared.
’Damn it! If we miss him again, it will be a real pain!’ Reid couldn’t help but vent his frustration in his heart.
Now Reid was more convinced that the man who escaped was Mad Dog.
Reid hurried down to the second floor to assist, but the gunfire had ceased when he arrived. Instead, he found so of his n and military personnel wounded and receiving dical help.
He quickly made his way to the first floor to assess the escape route. Still, as he was about to leave the building, he noticed several cars entering the villa area. His steps halted.
The command center vehicle stopped at a distance, and Owen rushed over to him.
"Reid, are you okay?"
"I’m fine. However, so n are injured inside, and we also have a person who managed to escape," Reid explained to Owen. He needed to speak to Max about contacting Tristan and Geoffrey.
"I’m aware. Max briefed already. They are attempting to locate the individual using CCTV, but it seems that person is aware of the blind spots, leaving no trace of him on record. I’ve instructed my team to track him down," Owen explained.
Reid couldn’t hide how disappointed he was now.
"I suspect it’s Mad Dog!"
"Damn it! Have we lost him again?"
"Likely. However, we have his trusted person upstairs. You can investigate them. They might know much about him."
***
anwhile, a tall man in a black robe with nothing under his feet dashed through the hidden stone path leading to the woods behind the villa.
He ran faster while holding his gun. When he thought no one could detect his escape route, suddenly, a man appeared a few ters ahead of him.
’Fuck! They also post soone here?’ He cursed and pointed the gun at the man.
He couldn’t see his face, but judging by how calm he was, he knew this man—one of the people who ambushed their base camp.
"Who are you? Block my way, and I’ll blow your head off!" He hissed irritably while pointing his gun, his eyes sharp, trying to see his face, but the limited light made it impossible.
When he saw the man move forward instead of moving away, it shocked him. Tightening his grip on the gun, he snapped, "What the hell are you doing? You want to blow your head off?"
He wanted to shoot him but was worried the gunfire would attract people.
"Show your face, or I’ll shoot..." his voice faded when he saw the man’s face. "T-Tristan Sinclair—"
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