At that moment, Axel stood beside Director Vaughn, his legs trembling uncontrollably.
He felt like he'd just taken a stroll through the gates of hell.
If it hadn't been for Director Vaughn stepping in, he might've been nothing more than another pile of ash buried beneath the dirt.
"Th-thank you, Director Vaughn," Axel said, voice hoarse with genuine gratitude.
Vaughn gave a small nod, saying nothing.
Even he hadn't expected Ethan's group to be that decisive—wiping out the entire squad without hesitation.
He'd been planning to step in after Rourke was dead, maybe try to plead for the lives of the others.
Clearly, that wasn't necessary anymore.
Ethan and the others, meanwhile, looked like they'd just taken out the trash. Not a flicker of emotion on their faces.
"Director Vaughn, we'll head back now," Ethan said casually.
Then he turned and led his team away.
The crowd parted instantly, everyone stepping aside to clear a path.
No one dared block them.
