Chapter 742 Leo Behind Hera’s Back
"Move out!" Leo commanded, his voice echoing through the alley—low, heavy, and laced with an unmistakable edge of authority. A chill ran down their spines as they moved in perfect unison.
The team flooded out of the alley in a tight, disciplined formation, each man moving with precision. Rifles raised, they advanced toward their target—a secluded building that, at first glance, appeared completely unremarkable.
The graffiti-streaked walls, rusting metal shutters, and boarded-up doors gave it the look of an abandoned structure, the kind of place people ignored, assuming it had long been deserted. The stillness surrounding it only reinforced the illusion—it was the perfect cover. A ghost of a building hiding something far more sinister.
That eerie silence was shattered in an instant.
Leo’s men rushed forward, boots hitting the pavement in synchronized force. The metal shutters groaned as they were kicked open, the sound reverberating like a war drum. Then came the final obstacle—the main door, a solid slab of reinforced metal.
And just like that, the real operation began.
Terry clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Tsk! So that whole rundown exterior was just a façade to hide their real base in plain sight. This—this is their true stronghold inside the city, hiding in plain sight. And they even reinforced the damn door with metal and full security?" He scoffed before smirking. "Hmph! But do they really think that’s enough to stop us?"
Without wasting another second, he gestured to the men at the front. "Take it down."
Immediately, the front-line men dropped to one knee, reaching for their back patches. In one swift motion, they retrieved sticky bombs, each man placing four charges at precise points on the reinforced metal door. Once secured, they quickly retreated.
Terry lifted the detonator in his hand, his thumb hovering over the trigger. "Showtime."
Boom!