That is the scent of danger.
The agent's keen senses made him immediately aware that the person in front of him had more than one life on his hands.
A formidable mercenary.
Carter didn't think much, let the other party go in first, and then left himself.
The expert sat in Carter's seat, reached under the bar for a touch, and pulled down a small mechanical device, crushed it, and threw it in the nearby trash can.
How many of these are there already, aren't these people annoyed?
Ever since the conflict with the Trauma Team cooled down, agents had been coming wave after wave.
The listening and surveillance equipment dismantled could be sold by the pound.
Most were dismantled by Lin Miao, and a few were found by players.
Some even hired mercenaries planning to launch a rocket attack on the bar, but they were all repelled by the players.
And when the Wanderer showed up, the agents didn't stop but intensified.
