10 minutes earlier
Zabi and his crew didn't waste time—they broke into one of the houses near the Mutts' place.
The entire street glowed under the warm lights, shadows stretching everywhere. It was the perfect cover for stalking out unseen. And to make their job even easier, the house belonged to an elderly couple. A rich one too—their faces wrinkled with age, hands trembling… but their skin surprisingly soft, thanks to all the expensive oils they rubbed on themselves every single morning.
"We should tie them up with a rope!"
one soldier yelled the moment they infiltrated the home. Others moved around the windows, setting up X-ray vision goggles.
The old couple sat there terrified, shivering like leaves shaken by a storm. The guns surrounding them were more than anything they'd ever seen—even in old war documentaries.
"Where're your manners? They're old people, damn it. Get them a cup of milk or something… compensation for letting us in their home."
