Jefferson Peralez had just been considering asking Carl to recommend a professional security team afterward when, before long, a group that perfectly matched his imagination arrived at the scene.
Watching the well-trained personnel file out, Jefferson could not hide his shock.
Their movements were uniform, and when they stood still, they did not make a single unnecessary sound. They radiated a cold, professional air—this was Carl's team?
Even an outsider could judge a team's caliber from the discipline of its actions. If a team could not even manage basic operational standards, it was unrealistic to expect it to be particularly elite.
And the team standing before Jefferson Peralez was precisely such a unit: disciplined in action, with an unmistakable air of elite competence.
Even though Jefferson knew little about their equipment and could not make out their cyberware, he was certain that if he picked any one of them at random to fight his former security team, they might not wipe them all out alone, but they would come close.
And Jefferson Peralez's instincts were correct. This disciplined unit consisted of former Pheasant Faction members. They had once provided security for Hanako Arasaka and Arasaka Saburo, so naturally they were not comparable to an ordinary small security company like SSI.
These people had received Carl's call and come as temporary guards.
Carl's status was different now. She might have felt that she could handle things alone, but just because she thought there was no danger did not mean her subordinates thought the same.
Everyone understood that if something could threaten Carl, they might not be able to do much even if they were present. But if they simply watched the person they had sworn loyalty to take action while doing nothing themselves, how could that count as loyalty?
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