196 Prove Your Purity

Two black vans sped quickly along the open road. Rain poured down, drumming against the windows and windshield, and the wipers swept the droplets away.

“…….”

Laura sat in the front passenger seat of the van, staring blankly out the window.

The mercenaries in the back kept guns and knives gripped tight, watching their surroundings for any unexpected situation. Maia was mixed in among them, operating a handheld terminal.

The biometric terminal was made by the cartel after buying the Bureau's technology. It was a heavily downgraded version, far inferior to the ones used by the Bureau, but it was still more than enough to tell whether someone was alive or dead. She deftly worked the terminal to check on the mercenaries they had left in the basement.

Beeeeep.

With the sharp noise, five heartbeats appeared on the screen.

A straight line.

No need to look twice—it was obvious they were dead.

“…….”...