After arranging for two team members to look after Jefferson and his wife, Carl went upstairs alone to inspect the area.
The moment she stepped into the room, her gaze was drawn to a gigantic display that nearly covered an entire wall—or rather, to the vicious bullet holes on its surface.
Cracks spread outward from the bullet holes like a spiderweb, and through the holes, she could see a lit space behind the screen.
"Tell me exactly what happened."
Carl glanced at Zechi, who was being protected behind one of the team members, then turned to the subordinate standing beside her.
"Yes, Lord Karl."
The team member instinctively saluted Carl. Then, realizing she did not care about that, he immediately straightened up and began recounting what had happened.
"We followed Miss Zechi while searching the floor. As we approached the stairs, biological monitoring scans detected four life signs on the second floor. We maintained normal behavior and continued scouting, located the targets hiding behind the display within five seconds, then launched a flanking assault."
He paused briefly. "My apologies. To ensure the threats were eliminated, we were unable to leave any survivors."
"That's not your fault."
Carl did not have a habit of forcing her subordinates to leave survivors alive during an assault, only for them to suffer heavy casualties as a result. Her orders always prioritized confirmed kills.
If they genuinely needed someone alive, she and V could handle it themselves. Professional work was best left to professionals.
Carl stepped forward to inspect the enormous display, feeling somewhat regretful about it.
Watching old movies on a screen like this would definitely have been amazing.
With that thought, Carl continued questioning her subordinate. "Have you found the entrance to the space behind it?"
"We're searching for it."
Carl had eight