Chapter 82: Extraction Time
The Butcher has been annoyed these days.
—Damn those bastards from the Boseman and Kavian countries.
It’s all because of them that he had to start sooner than he expected for his mission.
He was on a beach enjoying his life when they called. It was vacation time. But now he, the Butcher, was in a sour mood since his vacation time was cut short.
There was also some hatred towards Gort as well. Wasn’t it all because of him that he was forced into his current mission?
His face was so stern and cold that one would be able to sense death if they stepped closer to him.
"Boss, you need to calm down. We’ll have an accident at this rate!" The one driving the vehicle had no tears but wanted to cry.
In the truck with the Butcher, were 3 others. He knew them, having worked with them occasionally on some missions. They were part of the Extraction team, having sub-missions of their own to ensure Gort was taken away safely.
Each of them were strong in their own rights, lazily leaving back in the truck. One was some playing a video game on a console, and another was carefully admiring her dagger. The last one was the chatty driver, who was keeping them all entertained.
"Alright, we should be approximately 33 miles away from the road that branches to Geldhan village from the highway." the driver announced.
It was pitch black. The vehicle rode off the highway, parking on the side. Then, the truck’s boot opened, and out stormed 3 people on Motorcycles: the Butcher and 2 others.