An alarm reverberated throughout the mansion. Everyone froze for a couple of seconds before they recovered and rushed to their position.
Vulture looked at Wilson."Let's see. Maybe what you use cannot be compared with the dirt we use."
Hearing Vulture's sarcastic comment, Wilson frowned, staring at the old man. However, Vulture ignored his gaze, picked the comms, and began to order his men. He had more pressing matters than to deal with the obnoxious PAR.
'I hope we can avert this threat. Else…' he sighed silently. He personally knew the likelihood of him and his gang surviving the threat was minuscule. Happy House and Havid were not an easy target but he only took the enemy a couple of minutes to take down. How easy was that? Only the hidden boss could say.
