A cave.
This hideout wasn't just in the mountains — it was buried deep underground, in one of the most remote places I've ever seen.
> They wanted to hide from the world.
But not from me.
The first circle of hell — the entrance.
Three guards. Three corpses.
A light warm-up.
The second — the gates to the treasure.
As I got closer, I realized the scale.
This wasn't a hideout.
It was a full-scale base.
Guarded by no less than thirty-five men.
All heavily armed.
To the right — a warehouse.
Guns. Grenades. Armor.
Military-grade shit. Government-level.
> How the hell did these bastards get their hands on all this...?
I grabbed three grenades.
> Time to stir up a little chaos.
The first grenade flew straight into the center of their formation.
Explosion.
Smoke. Fire.
...not a single kill.
> Damn it... body armor. Everything's calculated. These guys are like tanks.
Grenades won't cut it.
But if I blow up the tunnel itself...
I could bury half of them.
> No. Chiori might be inside.
I'm not taking that risk.
Flashes of light.
Sirens screaming.
An alarm.
They had no idea where death came from.
> Where? Who? How many of them?
I was already in the shadows — pressed up under the ceiling, between the rocks.
Breathing steadily. Waiting.
> Now they're the hunters.
But they don't know — they are the prey.