Screech! Screech! Screech!!
The bullets shattered the castle gate's bolt. Russell kicked it open and strode inside with an M4A1 slung over his shoulder.
Yesterday, he had not encountered a single soul at the Continental Hotel in Cairo. It left him deeply frustrated, as though someone had deliberately targeted him.
"Damn Goblet Organization, using their numbers to bully the outnumbered. They scattered everyone with human-wave tactics, leaving me with no key targets to hit."
Russell cursed bitterly. The tactic was too shameless, and he had no way around it.
At the same time, Russell decided that after tonight's job, he would retire for good and return to New York tomorrow to continue being Sin Buster.
Though what he was doing now also counted as Sin Buster's work, fighting crime on a global scale was too conspicuous. During his suspension, he only wanted to keep a low profile and avoid drawing too much attention.
The castle's decor preserved its medieval historical charm. A few lights had been installed simply, while the remaining areas were illuminated with extremely old-fashioned tools—torches!
Unless the owner was deliberately showing off, it could only mean there was a hole in their brain. A hole that drained intelligence.
Electromagnetic waves swept across the area. Russell quickly headed toward the densest gathering of people. The target was heavily guarded by bodyguards, fewer than a hundred in total. Compared to the previous display, this manager had no "airs" at all.
"A smart one. She knows numbers won't change the outcome, so she's simply waiting to die."
After climbing a spiraling stone staircase, Russell reached the castle's open-air top floor. On a moderately sized clearing, bonfires had been piled together, their orange-red flames brightly illuminating the ground.
He swept his gaze over the prepared bodyguards and spotted the target, Gianna