As the brutal ravaging and slaughter began, in another high-rise outside the apartment, a middle-aged man who looked like an office drone working overtime stood behind a floor-to-ceiling window, binoculars in hand, watching the cruel scene inside.
"Confirmed sighting of a special Border Relic, designation GIC9910, an activated relic known as the Avatar of Fury—"
The observer said, "It's a trap."
"Hm, they've already started?" A reflective voice came over the radio. "Newcomers these days are terrifying when they get serious.
Are they really here to fill a vacancy? This is clearly some kind of trump card, isn't it?"
"Do we move?"
The observer asked, "This is an excellent opportunity."
"No, don't alert them. I don't want to sour things with the Phantom Agency's little sister. Besides, if it's obviously a trap waiting for people to walk into it, there's no need to rush in."
The commander over the radio ordered, "Continue observing."
"Understood."
The middle-aged man nodded and continued witnessing the hunt.
And not just here. Amid the misty drizzle, at the end of another clock tower, a hazy silhouette was watching from afar.
Like a night owl coldly eyeing its prey.
Silently calculating something.
After a long while, it stepped back and vanished into the darkness—
At this moment, all across London, countless curious or fully alert eyes were focused on this hunt, while even more had turned their attention toward the more threatening opponent.
The street outside the cheap hotel was choked with billowing smoke.
"Unknown assault team wiped out. Opponent unharmed."
At the entrance of a convenience store, a middle-aged man in a knit cap squatted and smoked as he looked down at drone footage on his phone. His lips moved slightly. "Can the situation be confirmed?"
"Warning. Do not act on your own."
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