This voice.
It startled Bolton's bodyguards.
"Click..."
There were actually people behind them? They drew their pistols and turned around, but upon seeing clearly who had come, they all swallowed a mouthful of saliva. On their side, they all had pistols, while the other side was fully equipped with bigger weapons.
German equipment.
They were all fully armed.
Bulletproof vests.
Helmets.
There were about twenty people.
They, on the other hand, had no protection at all nor any way to retreat.
"Ah..."
Upon seeing this scene, one of the women screamed, wondering if treasure hunting needed to be this terrifying.
"Shut up," the rough voice shouted, and only then did they notice the source of the voice. It was a white, middle-aged man standing among the people, tall and burly.
Fierce eyes.
With a hint of ferocity.
Intimidated by that gaze,
The woman instantly caved in.
She covered her mouth, not daring to make a sound.
