"no one!"

"no one!"

Forty-eight elites from the Vatican Kingdom armed with firearms, led by Fan Bapeng, divided into four teams and rushed into Baiyun Villa.

They advanced toward the main building in a carpet manner, not forgetting to check the trees and rockeries to see if any enemies were hiding.

After being well-trained and searching for no enemy, they grabbed their weapons and rushed towards the lobby on the first floor.

Extremely fast.

"Come into the hall, the target must be hiding inside."

After Fan Bapeng left a few people to guard the entrance and exit, he took the lead and shot open the lock on the door on the first floor.

The elites of the Brahma Kingdom poured in like a tide with shields in hand.

The muzzles of countless guns are also constantly turning, alert to attacks from any corner.

There was no light or open fire in the hall, but Fan Bapeng and the others were not affected.

Night vision goggles give them enough visibility.

After a while, they found that there was no target in the hall, but there was a cold light coming from the dining room.

Dozens of people rushed over immediately.

Soon someone exclaimed:

"There's someone here!"

A middle-aged man appeared in their field of vision.

The middle-aged man was wearing black clothes, sitting on a shabby sofa, holding an unlit cigar.

Behind him were a lot of blood-stained gauze and medicine.

Medical gauze was also wrapped around the waist and inside of his left arm.

The gauze was stained with blood, which was shocking.

There is no doubt that this guy suffered a lot of injuries, otherwise there wouldn't be so much blood on the ground.

The cold light from the emergency lights above his head poured on him, giving him a sense of endless sadness and sadness.

Seeing so many people appearing and surrounding him, the middle-aged man was not afraid at all and did not make a sound.

He just stared at a photo in his hand.

The photo is a warm and happy family portrait.

Next to the family portrait, there are eighteen names written, seventeen of which have been crossed out with a red pen.

But there is one 'Clonkins' left.

Looking at this name, the middle-aged man had anger, regret, and sting in his eyes.
Chapter completed!