At night, four "guards" in armor quietly arrived near the Marines' camp. Only by passing through the Marines' camp could they reach the elevator and ultimately leave Mary Geoise.
These guards were not real guards.
Their true identities were slaves.
However, tonight they had finally opened the collars around their necks. They had also killed four guards, put on their armor, and fled here.
"Stay calm. Don't panic!"
"We'll definitely escape from here!"
The leader said this to his companions.
The other three slaves nodded at the same time.
"Come on. Follow me."
The leader walked at the front, preparing to pass through the Marines' camp.
The three followed behind him, doing their best to remain calm.
At that moment, patrolling Marines discovered the four men.
"That's strange. What are they doing out so late?"
The Marines looked suspiciously at the four "guards."
Wright was on duty tonight. When he saw the four guards heading toward the elevator, he grew suspicious.
What's wrong with these people? Are they entering the Marines' camp for some important mission?
That was what Wright thought as he walked toward them.
As soon as he approached, he smelled blood coming from the four men.
"Where are you going?" Wright asked as his suspicions deepened, blocking their path.
"We're carrying out a mission under orders!"
The leader stood before Wright and spoke, the strong smell of blood clinging to him.
"A mission?" Wright circled the four men once, then said, "Wait here. I'll verify it first."
The leader knew they were about to be exposed. Desperation overcame him, and he immediately drew the sword at his waist.
Seeing this, Wright could not help sneering as he tightened his grip on his own saber.
The leader swung his sword down.
His sword was fast, his stance steady,