Milo stood on the roof in his black rain poncho. He could make out hundreds of hitmen approaching the building he was on, but he did not panic.
“Which organization are you from?” Milo looked at the sniper who he’d broken the limbs of. “Only a consortium can plant so many spies in Bidara City. Tell me, which consortium do you belong to?”
The sniper was lying on the ground and struggling in pain. His teammate’s questioning voice came through his earpiece as the communications channel remained open. As such, Milo’s voice was also transmitted through the earpiece to the other party.
Milo squatted next to him and pulled it out of his ear. “Tell me which organization you belong to, and I’ll spare your life.”
The sniper was breathing heavily in pain, hesitating.
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