Ethan scanned the area around them, trying to see what this mercenaries are up to.
He looked at the tents pitched expertly, supplies neatly stacked, and a fire pit smoldering with remnants of last night's meal.
It was clear they were prepared for a long stay.
His mind races with questions, but he keeps his face neutral, void of expression.
After a few seconds of waiting, the commander showed himself.
Ethan studied him closely, noting that this man was dangerous.
Marcus felt a chill run down his spine as he saw the police officer carry himself; he was sharp and cold.
"Officer, may I ask why you're looking for me?"
Ethan narrowed his eyes at the mercenaries, his voice icy. "A well-trained mercenaries camping in this village—what's your business here?"
Marcus held his ground and replied calmly, "We're here for annual exercises. Our mercenary group conducts various training sessions for the new recruits."