Tyson walked back in the house after making sure that the Carter patriarch and his filthy grandson left his compounds so composed that he looked like he had just come from sleep. He didn't look like the man who had just dismantled five men.
He took his phone from his pants pocket and dialed a number then put the phone to his ear.
"Who let the Carters into my home? You had clear instructions not to," he said and listened for a while.
"Tell him I want him back in headquarters for punishment. Get someone to clean the blood in the house too," he said and hang up.
That's when he looked up and everyone eyes were on him. They were looking at him like a God reincarnate.
"What's wrong?" He asked because to him, this was normal.
He had forgotten that the only violence these peopl
