Two hours later.
[Task complete: discover the mastermind behind the Los Angeles terrorist attack. Reward: your CP increased by 10000!]
The notification popped up as soon as Tristan became sure Damien got the right man. The ID was telling enough already, but the information from his phone was the last nail in the coffin.
This time, there were no wounded on either Tristan or Damien's team by the end of the day.
In fact, bringing as many people as they did turned out to be an overkill. Michael seemed to never had many followers—just people he occasionally manipulated to his own ends.
But Tristan was only glad. He was especially glad as he stared down Damien's latest trophy.
He really looked average. A brownish-blond white-bread man, 32 according to his ID. Not handsome, but not ugly either. There was some acne on his forehead and old acne scars on his cheek.
