Chapter 48: First Mission

Capturing the 'gargoyle' was tough, but Allen offered his opinion anyway.

"Maybe we can set up a fake fire alarm, then wait for everyone upstairs to go down, then sneak into the target's room and drug all his food, and when the alarm is lifted, and the target comes back in the house poisoned, we'll take him into custody." Allen shrugged when he finished, not caring if his opinion would be chosen.

Scott slapped his thighs, "Okay, just do what Allen said!"

Allen instantly whipped his head around to look at Scott, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Chief, you can't be kidding, can you? There's nothing American about this method." Allen thought of all sorts of hardcore American ways of doing missions in this instant.

Scott knocked on the table, "Allen, this isn't a movie; we can't just kick in the door and knock the target out and take them away; as cool as that would be, it's unrealistic."

"Fine." Allen shrugged the aesthetics of the violence he'd expected to disappear.

While collecting the equipment, Allen looked at the other team members with a look of skill and immediately understood that they had yet to do many similar jobs. As for the method he proposed, these guys must have thought of it long ago.

'Well, it looks like I completed a thrilling intelligence test. At least I'm not reckless.' Allen raised an eyebrow and organized his gear before following the group to a van.

Inside a building in the slums, it was rented by many people who couldn't afford the high rent, but luckily, the infrastructure was pretty good. At least the fire alarms were there.

"Great, I don't have to knock on doors." After Allen saw smoke from one of the windows, he pressed the fire alarm.

In an instant, a piercing alarm sounded throughout the building.

The smoke was made by Holt, a guy who was good at playing with bombs and could easily create an improvised ignition device that would ensure that the smoke would come out while not setting the building on fire.

The sounds in the building instantly became a jumble of voices as people hurried toward the stairs. Allen hid around the corner and stared intently at a particular room door until it was opened, and Allen immediately reported the situation in his headset.

"The target has descended the stairs but is dragging a huge box." Allen saw the gargoyle go out the door and immediately followed him not far behind.

"Good, stay on target." Scott's order came over the headset.

Allen's penetrating eyes looked through the box and saw a girl; the girl looked thin and bony; her eyes were tightly closed at the moment; she should have been drugged in some way.

Allen's disgust for the gargoyle reached its peak when he saw the bruises all over the girl's body.

''You are damned!'' Allen wanted to rush up and punch the gargoyle hard in the face a few hundred times to see if the guy was as hard as rumored.

Allen ran downstairs with the crowd, listening to the clamor around him. Allen hid not far from the gargoyle.

Allen took the time to scan the upstairs, which was now deserted. Holt pouted and carefully unlocked the door with a lock-picking tool, and Scott stood by to guard the perimeter.

''One letting the wind out, one picking the lock, letting outsiders see it must have called the police.'' Allen mentally spats on his teammate's skills.

Holt picked the lock in earnest until he heard it rattle. His face lit up with joy, and he was just about to open the door when Scott stopped him.

"Wait, there's a little mechanism." Scott crouched down and glanced into the doorway, where a hair was caught.

Your hair will fall out if you're not careful when opening the door. The stone monster comes back and immediately notices that someone has been in his room.

"Hmph, pretty wary." Scott sneered, taking his hair in his hands and entering the room with Holt.

A few minutes later, the two came out again, and Scott tucked his hair back into the doorway, still in its original position.

"I've taken care of that, so we'll wait for Sleeping Beauty next." Holt smiled, revealing eight yellowed teeth.

The drugs they brought this time were enough to mesmerize an elephant. Even if the physical fitness of a psychic was better than that of an ordinary person, it was no better than that of an elephant, right?

Allen's voice suddenly came over the comm, "Holt, I hate to break it to you now, but your sleeping beauty seems to have escaped."

Scott's face changed as he immediately inquired, "Allen, what's going on? Are we exposed?"

Allen followed the gargoyle's lead and continued to track, saying to the comm, "Shouldn't have been exposed. I saw this guy standing downstairs for quite some time, hesitating before he finally decided to leave."

"Damn, is this guy being overly cautious?" Holt cursed over the comm.

Scott looked at the comm with a severe expression: "Allen, keep tracking, and be careful not to get caught by him. We're coming over to back you up now!"