City P.
"I don't tolerate failure." That was the last words the men heard before they were shot to death.
"Clear the body." A handsome and clean-shaven man with deadly aura spat on the dead bodies and tossed his gun towards one of his subordinates. "Come with me, Beta."
"Yes, A."
They entered a black car with tinted windows, leaving the others busy moving the bodies and cleaning the area.
"I won't be here in two weeks, so I need you to be in-charge for all the necessary operations. Make sure there's no more suchlike failures. Reach me by the satellite phone if there's anything urgent popped up."
"Yes, A." Beta, a buff man with thick beard climbed out the car and walked away with a tiny smirk hanging at the corner of his almost invisible mouth.
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City S.
