"Boss, something doesn't seem right."
As Dika and his men were discussing their next move, a sudden voice came through the walkie-talkie, as the lookout sent out an alert.
Dika quickly stood up, pushed open the window, and looked outside, just in time to see several drones circling overhead.
"Binoculars."
Dika's expression changed slightly, as it was still the afternoon. With several drones flying over, there must be a problem.
The moment he picked up the binoculars, Dika saw a scene that made his eyelids twitch.
On the streets, members of the Tijuana Group were streaming through the alleys, converging on the Third Community Building from all directions.
"Fuck, our movements have been leaked. Organize the team to retreat immediately."
Dika swore, unsure where the error had occurred.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.
The first Tijuana members to reach the Third Community had already engaged with the outer CIA security team.
