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The pitch-black night was especially quiet.
The time had already reached twelve midnight, and pedestrians had all vanished from the streets.
One by one, dark figures appeared around the Golden Eagle Group, then quickly concealed themselves on the streets.
"Young master, we are ready."
A leading man holding a walkie-talkie asked softly, "Shall we proceed?"
Whoosh!
Before a reply could be received, a gunshot shattered the silence.
And the man who had been speaking had a dart in his forehead, collapsing straight to the ground.
"Brother Cook!"
The rest were horrified, unsure of what to do.
They looked around warily, each feeling a chill run down their spine.
The assailant's weapon, hidden somewhere unknown, had managed to take out their squad leader in such a short time.
"Hey! Cook! What the hell is going on? What was that sound on your end?"
An anxious shout came from the walkie-talkie.
