Qin Lie replied: "Rendezvous point changed. The Old Docks. Warehouse No. 3."
"That's a dead end."
"It's also the only way out."
He put down his phone and retrieved a modified shotgun from a weapons crate tucked in the corner. The gunmetal felt cold to the touch; a wolf's head motif was carved into the grip. This was a relic left behind by Old K.
He chambered a round.
Suddenly, the surveillance monitors flickered to life—triggered by an automatic wake-up protocol.
On the screens, a vehicle pulled up outside the old church. The doors opened, and four figures stepped out. Clad in silver tactical armor, they carried thermal imaging scanners in their hands.
They began advancing toward the basement entrance.
Qin Lie switched off the monitors. In the ensuing darkness, his eyes glowed with
