Fifteen minutes ago.
Fargo and his main guards—a group of seven including Belize, Uzon, two level 13s, a level 14, and a level 17—mightily traversed street after street, striding in a direction.
He had a dark expression on his face, the slight tingling of the familiar headache not making things any better.
"Those bastards!" Uzon beside him gritted his teeth, "So sly!"
They went out as soon as they found out that the interior walls had been breached. Putting aside the fact that they had no idea when the bastards got past the outer wall, it took a quarter of an hour for them to find out the enemies had breached both walls!
While they heard of gunshots and had planned to check, they assumed the guards found the people who was causing trouble inside.
They cursed at the difficulty of communication in this place, making them lose some important timings.
