In the middle of the night, the wind howled ferociously as thunder and lightning danced in the pitch-black sky.
Evidently, a storm was about to hit.
Except for the streetlights, all the houses in Riverside had already switched their lights off. Everyone was fast asleep.
Suddenly, a group of people arrived in a blink of an eye at Nathan's villa. They were none other than Marlon and his men!
They were all dressed in combat gear. Marlon instructed Black Mamba, "Find a vantage point to oversee the entire area. Offer us gunfire support whenever we need you to.”
"Alright!"
The tall and lanky Black Mamba carried a sniper rifle on his back as he climbed nimbly up the villa opposite of Nathan's.
As agile as a monkey, he scaled the building in no time and found a suitable vantage point.
Meanwhile, Marlon and the other eight subordinates surrounded Nathan's house.
However, before they could even get close to the house, they realized that there were a group of men silently waiting for them in the dark.
Marlon's eyes widened in surprise as he stared at the eight most elite soldiers from Nathan's army - the Elite Eight.
At that moment, Nathan sauntered out casually, stood in front of the Elite Eight and said coldly to Marlon, "Esteemed guests from Africa, we've been waiting for you all day!"
What?
Marlon stared at Nathan in surprise as he thought, Did Nathan anticipate our arrival and prepare for it?
In a fit of shock and fury, he gave an instruction via the transmitter on his collar. "Black Mamba, kill him!"
Black Mamba, who was on a vantage point somewhere afar, was about to follow his orders and shoot Nathan.
However, before he could take aim at the man, he felt a sense of dread rising in his heart.
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