Since there were silencers on the gun, the night air was broken only by the soft, almost imperceptible sound of suppressed gunfire—puff puff, like distant whispers in the dark. The first guard at the left flank dropped instantly, the quiet impact of the bullet barely audible as it pierced his chest. His body crumpled to the ground without a sound.The second guard, standing near the gates, barely had time to react before another suppressed shot rang out from the right. Puff puff—a clean hit, straight through his head. He collapsed, his body folding unnaturally as he hit the ground.The third guard, further back, turned toward the noise, his eyes wide in confusion. But before he could even process what was happening, the soft puff of the next shot found its mark. Puff puff—the bullet struck him in the neck, and he fell, clutching his throat for a brief moment before his body went limp, lifeless on the ground.Everything moved in a fluid, silent symphony—controlled, precise. The remaini

The silence of the hallway was shattered when one of Darnell’s men, stationed near a hidden doorway, saw something that didn’t quite fit. Through the crack, he caught a glimpse of a shadow moving too swiftly, too silently. His eyes narrowed, scanning the figure. It wasn’t one of his own. It was a man in dark tactical gear, the kind of uniform worn by someone who didn’t belong.His pulse quickened. "Hey!" he shouted, his voice a mix of surprise and suspicion. "Who are you?"The figure turned, but before the man could react, the silent gunfire of Benjamin’s men erupted. A suppressed shot rang out, puff puff, and the guard fell, his eyes wide in shock, his body crumpling to the floor.But in his final moments, panic flooded his mind. With his dying breath, he managed to pull the trigger of his own rifle, sending a spray of bullets into the air, a cascade of sound that rang throughout the halls. The shots echoed, ricocheting off the marble floors, breaking the tense quiet.Inside the mans

Benjamin’s eyes flicked to the side, realizing the threat, but Cipherella didn’t give him a chance to hesitate. “Their position is at the left, just past the hallway intersection,” she continued. “Move fast. They’re about to fire.”Benjamin didn’t flinch, his movements as calm and deliberate as ever. He had been in situations like this before. But Cipherella’s words pushed him to act quicker. He shifted his stance, eyes scanning his surroundings more carefully as he moved forward, his gun raised and ready.Seconds later, just as Cipherella had predicted, the two men opened fire. Puff puff—the sound of suppressed shots echoed faintly in her ear, and she saw Benjamin’s body jerk slightly from the impact. One of the shots grazed his arm, but he didn’t falter. His sharp reflexes kicked in, and he fired back instantly, taking down one of the attackers.Cipherella exhaled sharply, her heart racing as she saw the second man scramble to reload. “Benjamin!” she shouted in his comms, but there

Cipherella paused for a moment, her fingers quickly moving over the keyboard as she checked the available feeds. She scanned the security system one last time, but her face tightened with frustration.“No, Master,” she replied through the comms, her voice calm but carrying an edge of disappointment. “There seem to be no cameras inside the safe room. I can only track you outside the room.”Benjamin’s expression darkened slightly as he heard her response, but he didn’t hesitate. “Understood. We’ll move in as planned,” he said. He wasn’t surprised—he had expected the safe room to be cut off from surveillance, a precautionary measure Darnell would have taken to protect himself.Cipherella’s fingers moved even faster now, working to ensure that every other possible path was monitored, her eyes constantly flicking from screen to screen. Though she couldn’t see inside the safe room, she could still track the movement of the team and the sounds of the ongoing battle.Benjamin, with his team a

Darnell’s eyes narrowed as he surveyed the chaotic scene in the safe room. Amidst the smoke and debris from the breached door, he suddenly noticed four familiar figures emerging from the shadows—his own men, the ones he had trusted, now standing beside Benjamin. Each of them held guns, their expressions unreadable but their movements deliberate. He frowned deeply, his voice rising with disbelief and anger. “What are you all doing? Take him out! Do I need to instruct you?” The four men didn’t hesitate. Without a word, they raised their rifles and fired with deadly precision at the guards still flanking Darnell. Puff puff—puff puff— the suppressed shots were clean, silent to the outside ear but devastating in impact. Within moments, all the guards beside Darnell were down, their bodies collapsing lifelessly to the floor. Darnell’s jaw dropped in shock, his eyes wide as he stared at the men he thought were loyal. “What’s wrong with you all?” he demanded. The four men beside Benjamin d