[David: "Boss, we've got the guy and are heading to the location you gave us."]
[Lille: "Any trouble?"]
[David: "Some, but it's been handled."]>
[Lille: "Good job."]>
Lille had already brought the person into Reaver's safehouse by then—a small, abandoned shack on the edge of Saint Domingo.
After checking the surroundings and the network environment, Lille sent a message to Reaver:
[Lille: "This place isn't bad, when are you coming?"]
[Reaver: "I found that cop you told me about, I'll be there soon."]>
[Reaver: "You're the first one to say this place isn't bad. NCPD doesn't fund us, I paid for everything myself. It's ugly, but definitely safe."]>
[Lille: "I meant it's safe."]>
A mercenary from the Tiger Claw Gang kneeled in the living room, his face bruised and his prosthetics still trembling due to malfunctions.
Ivan sat properly on the sofa, even seemingly afraid to breathe.