Justin and Bob were both veteran agents with exceptional skills in both firearms and hand-to-hand combat.
It can be said that there was not a single person who joined the Hurricane Bureau who was easy to deal with.
However, even such elite agents were subdued in just a single encounter, unable to react in time, lifted into the air like a chicken.
"Damn it!"
Without any hesitation, Justin, who was behind him, raised his gun and pulled the trigger at the large figure.
"Bang bang bang!"
Several muffled sounds rang out as the bullets hit their target.
Yet, as Justin looked at the man in front of him who was unaffected by the shots, his heart sank.
Before he could take another action, a large hand swiftly reached out and struck his chest.
Justin felt a sharp pain and involuntarily flew backward four or five meters, landing heavily on the ground.
"Heh heh, found two little mice."
The tall man behind the door let out a low mocking laugh.