These were masters among masters! Even a skilled and well-armed man like Vincent, who commanded numerous shooters, had been captured and brutally beaten!
"Dylan, take this shot." The cold, emotionless man in black ordered, tossing a black fishing bag to Dylan.
"No problem."
Dylan took the black fishing bag, skillfully pulled the zipper, and extracted a menacing, ink-black sniper rifle—a Barrett M82.
The bullet was chambered, the scope prepared, and swift actions were executed.
Dylan acted with expertise, positioning the rifle at the rooftop's edge within five seconds, quickly preparing the scope, and aiming at Theophilus below the building.
"I wonder where this fearless creature came from, daring to order Vincent to investigate the boss? It's seeking death!" A man in a black suit col
