"He's dead," One of the underlings looked at the dial strapped to his hand, speaking in a cold tone.
"Send the next one to retrieve the package," The leader waved his hands, turning silent as he gazed at the breach, his expression stoic. He gazed at the sky, watching the rain fall on his face, noticing a decrease in its intensity, "Hurry up with it, the rain might stop any moment now."
Another underling dropped the rucksack he carried on the ground, opening the cover to gaze at a trembling girl within. The moment she saw his face, she immediately began to bawl, making grunting sounds as her mouth had been covered—her limbs were tied up.
The moment the underling tried to remove the cover on her mouth, the girl shook her head crazily, her muffled screams increasing in pitch. The underling's chill-inducing voice resounded, instantly silencing her, "Make another sound, and you'll meet your parents."