"You said there was the Federation's most advanced security system inside, didn't you?"
Boric watched him walk straight toward the silent villa and asked casually.
"There's something else I didn't mention."
Weiken raised his hand and glanced at the villa's biometric identification device. "This villa is mine."
The Black Clothed Man beside him handed him a wristband. He took it, operated it, and strode toward the tightly shut doors. "Now, it's time to take back what's mine."
"If you ask me, your Boss is a complete fucking idiot."
In the center of the spacious, brightly lit hall stood a simple city sandbox. Several figures dressed in Security Forces uniforms surrounded it. One scar-faced figure looked at the tall, skinny figure opposite him and mocked him.
"Heh, your Boss is the fucking idiot."
The tall, skinny figure shot back.
"Stop arguing, stop arguing."
A chubby figure beside them spoke up. "If you ask me, both your Bosses are fucking idiots."
"You fucking..."
The scar-faced man immediately rolled up his sleeves.
"Guys,"
another broad-faced man beside them lit a cigarette. "Why didn't we bring some people back to protect us?"
"Aren't there plenty of people in this villa already? And the Ives Space System's security system. Forget people—even flies can't get in,"
the skinny man said with a smile. "More importantly, aren't our Bosses scared of dying? They moved one squad here, another squad there. There aren't many left for us."
"Sigh, they really are fucking idiots."
The broad-faced man removed the cigarette from his mouth and sighed.
"If you ask me,"
Scarface Man turned back and spat. "That old bastard Weiken is the real fucking idiot. If he hadn't sent people to surround the Federal Bureau of Investigation Building, would we be this short-handed now?"
Bang--
The tightly shut doors