152 The Break of Dawn

Aliba stood in a beautiful and luxurious reception room, he was a frequent visitor of this place. He had been here multiple times with his colleagues from the Police and Military Department. The rich owner of the mansion would always sit on the sofa opposite him with a figure-four crossed leg position. He would never look at the gifts presented to him, but instead constantly berated his men with spittle flying everywhere. Among the men he reprimanded, Aliba was always the person who displayed the best attitude and always seemed the most ardent.

However, everything would change after tonight… Aliba stepped on a blood-soaked rug on the ground. Dark blood seeped out from the rug with a squelch.

"They did a great job here," he surveyed the blood-covered walls of the mansion contented and laughed, "I think those female mutates really hate us. Hahaha!"