Men in black gear camouflage with the darkness and the trees surrounding a huge mansion. They approached stealthily, even their breathing was controlled. With each whistle of the wind and rustle of the leaves, they took advantage of it to advance.
Wolf flicked his fingers from different directions. Each had a different meaning. Even so, all of them understood each of them. As Wolf received a nod from them, he carefully stepped forward. The second he did, he felt something underneath his foot.
"Boss, is everything alright?" asked someone nearest him.
Wolf twisted his feet on the thing underneath his sole, arching a brow. He carefully lifted his feet off the ground, huffing, when nothing happened. Wolf slowly snapped his eyes to everyone, only to see that all of them were looking in his direction.
"Target lock," Wolf pressed on his earpiece for everyone to hear. "Report location."
