"If you guys don't do your jobs well, you're really letting me down." Sieg said, feeling a bit of a sting.
Allen Zhang watched as they had already finished the combat, sitting upright on the sofa, waiting for the General Sect Leader to speak, and he had also prepared the intelligence information in advance, downloading it onto his phone, and inserted the linking cable into the mainframe for transmission.
He gestured for Sieg to turn off the lights, pulled down the curtains, lowered the bulletproof steel plates, and turned on the projector, casting it onto the wall.
Several faces appeared, sitting in a van used for transport, undoubtedly Black people.
There was also a man in his thirties wearing gold-rimmed glasses. A director of Red Company.
