Thug and Idol: 10X Rewards Second Identity System Chapter 174 Desperation

Tristan's head jerked up in alarm.

'Reinforcents? Already? But we haven't been detected yet!'

No one was supposed to drive to this place in the middle of the night. But no matter who these people were, they could only be enemies.

'Shit. This will wake people in the shipyard camp up, even if the newcors don't spot the dead bodies!'

Tristan was frantically thinking about escaping this sticky situation.

He could give the retreat signal now. By his estimate, at least six bombs were already planted, so the operation could be called a partial success.

Tristan could also let his subordinates keep going. It will be harder for them to escape alive then, but more bombs will be planted and more ships will sink.

If these people were so random goons, Tristan wouldn't have hesitated, but they were good ones. At least Cutout and Sam.

They were with him for a while, and Tristan was more invested in their wellbeing than he was willing to admit, at least aloud.

Kund and Decker were skilled, but Tristan was less attached.

There wasn't ti to hesitate, though.

Another mont later, Tristan decided.

'It will be a risk for and them, but I'm going to win my guys so ti.'

Tristan stood up. With one hand, he slung his rifle over his shoulder, with another, he pulled out his phone and tapped several buttons with blinding speed.

A second later, phones of his subordinates vibrated in their pockets two tis and stopped. This was the signal saying, "Hurry, the danger is close but not imdiately here".

Then Tristan broke into a run.

His sculpted legs easily vaulted over pits in the ground and protruding tree roots, and his heat vision let him see the surroundings even in almost total darkness.

In his mind, Tristan kept the satellite photo map of the harbor. The road to it led between the nearby hills, which hid it from the view from the shore. Tristan was in the perfect position to intercept the car as it drove by.

He moved with effortless grace and without worrying about the noise, sotis outright sliding down the steep slopes in order to get down faster.

Tristan saw the car through the trees just as it was approaching the shipyard camp and the guard booth at its entrance.

There was a fifth pair of soldiers standing guard, but Tristan didn't bother with it earlier, since his people ca from the other side anyway. The camp didn't have a fence—the guards in the booth watched out for cars.

They noticed the one that was approached and pointed a spotlight and a pair of rifles on it. The car slowed down, and a man poked his head out of the window. Three more were inside.

Since there was light, Tristan could look at them with normal vision. The people inside were all xicans, and looked like typical Angulos thugs, except more scuffed. One of them was sleeping.

Maybe they were returning from a night of partying, or a mission that took too long.

Tristan raised his rifle and aid at one of the guards in the booth.

A press of the trigger—and the man's head got a new hole. The torchlight fell from this hand, subrging the car in darkness.

He fell to the ground, and his partner cried out in shock. From his distance, he could only hear a soft clap instead of the shot, and Tristan blended with the darkness too well to be noticed by sight.

For all the guard knew, the only people with visible weapons were thugs in the car in front of him.

The guard turned his rifle at the new arrivals, reaching for his radio with the other one.

Tristan was aiming a shot at the man's head when he charged out of the nearest door so suddenly that the bullet had only grazed his scalp.

Like that, the man was facing Tristan and even looking sowhere in his direction—and Tristan's rifle was empty.