Link, Link Bogdan.
Royce's little brother had also become an independent special agent of the National Security Bureau's Security Hall. He was in Nice today just to be in charge of protecting that capricious Crown Prince.
What a troublesome affair.
After leaving the protection of Royce three years ago, he, now sporting a beard, surveyed the street.
He got word from his superior: within twenty minutes, their Crown Prince would arrive at Citizen Square in the center of Nice, just one block away, not far.
Such a capricious middle-aged man.
He lit a cigarette for himself and walked down the street with two new agents. Right after turning a corner, they saw a carriage that had lost control and scraped the sidewalk, then flipped over on it. The timber from the carriage blocked that segment of the sidewalk, creating an impassable barrier.
"We should help, right, boss?" the redhead rookie asked.