The team had barely begun their debriefing when Clarissa's screen flickered ominously. Her eyes narrowed, fingers flying over the keyboard.
"Wait..." she muttered, a sinking feeling growing in her gut. "The files... they're gone!"
Nicholas, sensing the shift, instinctively rose from his seat, drawing his weapon. A palpable tension filled the air. Sebastian, ever calm under pressure, tilted his head slightly, listening for the telltale signs of danger.
“It’s a trap,” he said coldly, just as the safehouse was rocked by a series of deafening explosions.
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The building shuddered violently, dust and debris raining down as the walls cracked under the force of the explosions. The team hit the ground, instinctively diving for cover. Emerging from the chaos, shadowy figures advanced through the haze. These weren’t just any operatives; they were the new generation of Yun Feng’s elite assassins, handpicked by the Nine Dragons Syndicate.