Lucian's POV
Inside a run-down building, Lucian crouched beside a lifeless body sprawled across the dusty floor. A single bullet hole pierced the chest clean, precise. Silently, Lucian reached out and removed the black mask covering the man's face.
With a sigh, he examined the corpse. "Face is unrecognizable… acid?" he muttered. His eyes drifted to the man's hands palms scorched, fingerprints melted away. "Even the prints are gone. Damn thorough."
He stood up slowly, glancing around at the other six corpses littering the ground. Each had a single bullet wound center mass.
"These aren't ordinary thugs… definitely a trained kill squad."
Lucian's expression darkened as he scanned the scene. No electronics, no trackers, nothing to trace. It was as if they never existed.
"No way to identify them. No leads."
He narrowed his eyes, mind racing.
"Who sent them? Victor? Arthur? The World Council? Or someone I've never even met...?"
