Five men stood below the villa, looking up at the second floor. One of them raised his finger, pointing to Shirley Miller's bedroom.
"Go!"
The leader made a hand gesture, and the other four men, with light and agile movements, leapt toward the second-floor balcony.
The leader didn't move. Instead, he took out a cigarette, pulled out a lighter, silently lit it, took a gentle drag, and squinted his eyes as he blew out a ring of smoke.
He didn't know who the men and women in this house had crossed, but the boss had dispatched five of the Eight Great Generals to do this job, which showed the level of importance he attached to this matter.
He had to get it done right!
The first man had already climbed onto the balcony, his hands on the edge. With the help of inertia, he gently jumped up, his movements crisp and light, silent like a cat.
While the man was mid-air, his expression suddenly changed.
