77. Smell of gun powder

The blazing inferno had engulfed the entire entrance hall of the first building of the factory complex.

Many had died instantly, but the unfortunate survivors' anguished wails echoed out in the red hue of the burning flames.

Leo was feeling a chill run down his spine, but he did not pity them. Since he had arrived here, it was a question about whether they survived or the Organization's men survived.

There was no pity on the faces of Natasha Martinez's men either. Instead, it was full of excitement.

Her eyes were glistening as she saw the flames, and she was smiling while listening to the cries. Leo could not help but raise an eyebrow in surprise.

He knew that Natasha Martinez had grown up in a crime syndicate family but chose to go into the investigation Bureau, and his outlook on life was different from Leo's; to her, life was nothing more than a game, and killing these kinds of people was as usual as cutting weeds.

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