Elsewhere, a group of men in black suits arrived at the location where Smith and the other captives were held. Without hesitation, they fanned out in strategic formation. Two of them walked calmly toward the front door and knocked.
There was no answer.
The two men exchanged a signal and stepped away.
Four others moved in, silently planting grenades at the door and specific structural points along the wall. With their guns drawn, they swiftly retreated.
Thirty seconds later—BOOM! The door and sections of the wall exploded into chaos and debris. Dust filled the air as the men in suits stormed in with military precision, their leader pointing out directions as they split into groups.
Inside, Beta Gilbert’s guards barely had time to react. The blast had caught most of them off guard, and before they could coordinate a defense, they were surrounded.
One of the guards, the team leader, sprang into action. Grabbing Smith, he activated a secret lever behind a bookshelf, revealing a tunnel beneath the floor.
"Go! Move now!" he shouted.
Only five guards managed to follow them. The rest either couldn’t keep up or chose to stay back and fight.
But what was supposed to be a counterattack turned into a massacre.
Their bullets were useless. The mysterious men in black suits moved like phantoms—unharmed, precise, and ruthless. Every shot they fired hit its mark. One by one, Gilbert’s men fell—defeated by an enemy they didn’t understand.
After clearing the building, the attackers proceeded to the dungeon. They freed Shadow’s men—those who had been captured earlier—and escaped with them. Within minutes, they vanished, leaving behind a trail of destruction and silence.
Meanwhile, deep within the underground tunnel, the escaping guards desperately tried to make contact.
"There’s no signal!" one of them shouted, shaking his phone in frustration.