Alexander frowned as one by one, the guards at the front area collapsed, bullets piercing their heads with terrifying precision. No gunshots were heard. Only lifeless bodies dropping to the ground.
"This is strange…" he thought. He moved slowly, blending into the shadows, careful not to draw any attention.
He turned to the side. Lucas was walking with him, his nephew's expression calm, too calm. Alexander stared sharply. Did Lucas order this attack? he wondered. He didn't recall the young man giving a single command.
"Focus, Uncle," Lucas said flatly, without turning his head.
Alexander narrowed his eyes. "Did you order them?" he asked quietly.
"Yes," Lucas replied curtly.
The answer only deepened Alexander's doubt. All this time, every assault had been carried out openly. Lucas had never used such a silent method. Too organized, too quiet, and too clean. He couldn't even hear the footsteps of his men.
How did Lucas pull this off?
