"F*ck..."
John's expression collapsed, and he immediately turned around, leaving the corridor and continued wandering around the building shown by the coordinates.
The mission was unexpectedly stuck at the target search.
The official investigation by Barry was restricted, and the existing information was all he could manage to gather, pinpointing the specific building complex, but he didn't expect the internal venue to be so complicated.
This was a problem for mercenaries to solve; nothing to complain about.
John also realized:
His means of acquiring information were weak, with too little experience in street-wise dealings and handling tricky tasks.
The weather was getting increasingly hot.
John adjusted the power of his cooling patch, and in a daze, he looked up to see many unmanned delivery drones sweeping across the sky.
They were shuttling between the buildings, their lights flashing while emitting beeping sounds.
