"How's the situation inside?" Jane Fankel asked.
"It's going well. Although we encountered quite a bit of resistance …"
Aier said disapprovingly. Although they were facing a well-known mafia family, their combat power was not on the same level.
The difference in equipment was not something that could be made up for with numbers.
Especially the difference in equipment. It was not something that could be made up for with numbers.
In this battle, no tactics could make up for the difference in equipment between the two sides.
One side was still using pistols while the other side was equipped with automatic machine guns.
There were also several heavy machine guns mounted on the off-road vehicles.
They followed their team members into the manor.
This was no longer a battle.
It was a one-sided massacre.
Jane Fankel's heart was heavy.
Leading an army to massacre her own family.
If it was anyone else, they wouldn't feel happy about it.
She hoped that her father could see the situation clearly.
He could surrender quickly.
That way, she could reduce the number of deaths she caused.
However, so many of her family members had already been killed.
He did not seem to want to surrender.
Since when did her father become so unyielding?
Or could it be that she had misjudged him?
"It shouldn't take long before you can go in," Aier said.
"Mm, I hope so," Jane Fankel said, trying her best to calm herself down.
At that moment, the mafia gunmen outside the manor had been completely cleared out.
The gunshots inside the manor also died down after a few grenades exploded.
"Guild Leader, the enemies inside the manor have basically been cleared out. Through thermal imaging, there are still three people inside the manor. They are all under our control. Should we execute them on the spot?"
Before Aier could speak, Jane Fankel hurriedly shouted, "No …"
"No need. My employer and I will go in now. You just need to be on guard." Aier looked at Jane Fankel. "Let's go, Madam Fankel."
With a heavy heart, Jane Fankel returned to the home she had grown up in.
Aier smiled. He had seen too many employers like her who were filled with worries.
Jane Fankel was not the first, and she would not be the last.
Because of some ridiculous reason, she had broken up with her family.
Then, she would find them and use violence to convince them.
When Jane Fankel entered the manor, she could not help but regret her decision.
She looked at the corpses all over the place. She even knew the names of some of them.
Now, however, she had buried them with her own hands.
They might not be related by blood.
But they became a family because of the same surname.
Jane Fangkel's feelings were getting more complicated.
Some of the corpses could no longer be seen clearly.
Every scene here was filled with memories for Jane Funkel.
At this moment, the mercenary standing at the door cleverly ran to Aiur.
"Leader, there seems to be a problem."
"What's wrong?"
"The people I sent into the villa have all disappeared."
"Disappeared? What does that mean? "
"They've all disappeared from the thermal imaging equipment, and there's no response from their walkie-talkies."
"Is it signal interference? And there's even a temperature disturbance? "Aier asked with a frown.
He had encountered a similar situation on the battlefield before.
By lowering the temperature of the environment, the enemy was affecting the thermal imaging equipment.
Lowering the ambient temperature seemed complicated.
In fact, it wasn't that difficult to do.
Especially in the interior of the building, as long as a portion of the ice was placed, the ambient temperature could be easily lowered to a point where even thermal imaging instruments could not detect it.
"Where are the enemies?"
"There are three people in the villa. Their thermal imaging is very clear, and they have been in the last room on the third floor. They haven't moved at all."
"Gather our men and follow me in," Aier said with a sour expression.
He had thought it would be a simple mission.
However, the reality had exceeded his expectations.
"What about outside?"
"There are no more enemies outside, so we don't need to station our men outside. Let's go in and see what kind of monsters are inside."
"I want to go with you," Jane Fangkel looked at Aier with a serious expression.
"Ms. Fangkel, I don't have time to protect you."
"I don't need your protection."
Jane Fangkel was worried that the mercenaries had gone berserk.
She might not care about the others, but she would not allow her father and brother to be harmed.
"Fine, but you better not get in the way of the battle."
Soon, Aier's men were gathered.
The villa was huge, and a single living room could fit a dozen mercenaries.
The group carefully entered the villa. When they reached the living room, it was empty.
There was nothing, not even a body.
"Something isn't right," Aier said with a frown.
A few mercenaries in charge of scouting ahead gestured to Aiur.
"The second floor is safe. We can go up."
The mercenaries went up to the second floor one after another.
Jane Fangkel walked in the middle. That way, if anything happened, she would be the first to be protected.
However, when they reached the second floor and were about to go up to the third floor, they saw a door in front of them.
Jane Fangkel frowned at the strange door.
The door was engraved with obscure and complicated patterns.
The main part of the pattern was a giant dragon, spreading three waves of fear and despair to the world. Below the dragon were people kneeling on the ground, shivering.
"Why is there a door like this here?" Jane Fangkel was confused.
There shouldn't be a door like this in a place like this.
It wasn't some kind of art piece.
Even if it was, it should be in her father's study or collection room.
Aier signaled his men and forced their way in.
One of the mercenaries went up and kicked the door.
With a bang, the strange door was kicked open.
Then, a cloud of smoke spread out from the door.
"Careful, it might be poisonous gas," Aier said, covering his nose.
However, after a while, the mercenaries realized the smoke wasn't poisonous at all.
At least, they didn't feel anything unusual.
"Let's go up and have a look. Stay alert."
Al sensed that the villa was filled with a strange and indescribable pressure.
He didn't like this place. If he had a choice, he would rather be on the battlefield than in this depressing villa.
The mercenaries went through the door one after another. Jane Fangkel hesitated for a while, but she still followed them.
For some reason, there was a voice in her head that seemed to be stopping her from going through the door.
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