AUTHOR'S POV
In an unknown place, far away. A place which seemed like a basement. Different electronic equipments arranged accordingly on a table which were connected to each other.
At the end of the basement were masked people intensively operating on computers, from a computer showed CCTV footage of different places.
The familiar thing about them were the tattoos marked on their wrist. They neither talked nor engaged in any conversation with each other.
All were minding their business as they continued working.
At the other end of the basement was an office, the office was quite polished and neat. Going further to the office, an inner room could be seen.
The room contained secret barrels of illegal drugs and dangerous weapons.
It may seem like a Mafia basement.
Suddenly, a
