Just as he shouted twice, a response came from outside.
A flurry of footsteps resounded outside the room...
Tinov instantly closed his mouth, looking fearfully out the window, even though he could see nothing...
As for the assistant, he had already hidden behind a sofa, shivering uncontrollably.
"Crash"
"Crash"...
The sound of shattering glass resonated, as if all the large windows on the first floor of the villa had been smashed.
Each of these sounds seemed to land right on Tinov's chest, causing him to tremble in fear!
Gritting his teeth, Tinov backed up against a decorative pillar, clutching the pistol in his hand and waving it around blindly.
If anyone dared rush in, he would not hesitate to pull the trigger!
But, everything outside became calm again, as if everything that just happened was nothing but an illusion...
Oddly, from the night outside the windows, a few thin "red lines" shined onto Tinov and his assistant.
One on his forehead and one on his chest...
