A SHOWDOWN BETWEEN THE RADAN ARMY AND ASSASSINS.

“The minister is dead!”

All the assassins of the old warriors club heard this word reverberating on their head in echoes of various alternating frequencies and this seemed to have lit a hidden spark on their heads.

They didn’t think deep into it to process it or to even understand it, they directly reacted according to the plan like it was already instinct to them. Captain Drake brought out a grenade and threw it down.

Poof!

No fire or explosion was seen or heard; only thick gray gas surged out and immediately diffused the air after the grenade made a sound-induced by its lid popping open.

The Radan soldiers held their noses to avoid inhaling the gas while rushing inside the gas center to look for the assassins, but they saw no one. The assassins were gone as swiftly and efficiently as they came.