Grant Ward had memorized the details of all the security guards in the complex in advance, but Juan's men were equally prepared. Before taking up their posts as security guards today, they had already familiarized themselves with the details of all the residents in the complex.
Any stranger entering the complex, especially at night or approaching Juan's apartment, would be closely monitored by Juan's men. Even a delivery person standing at the door of Juan's house during the day would have at least three sniper rifles aimed at his head from various angles.
Upon noticing an unfamiliar car at the complex entrance, two guards immediately became alert, pretending to sleep while covertly observing the car and its driver.
"Received, Team One proceed to the parking lot for surveillance, Sniper Two get ready!" San quickly located the Chevrolet approaching the parking lot through the complex's surveillance system.
"This entry into the complex, and not a resident, is very suspicious."
"Should we notify the boss?" asked one of his subordinates.
San shook his head, "Not yet, we haven't confirmed they're an enemy, it could just be a resident's friend or relative visiting."
After a pause, he pressed the talk button again: "Team One be aware, if the target heads for Building 8 where the boss resides, take them down for questioning immediately."
Concerned for the boss's safety, his principle was clear: better to err on the side of caution. If anyone tried to enter Building 8, they could pose a threat to the boss's safety. At that point, it didn't matter whether they were a resident's guest; they would be detained first.
If it turned out to be a mistake, they could always apologize later and compensate generously.
"Teams Two and Three, be ready to assist; Sniper Two, if the enemy resists fiercely, take them down immediately."
"Roger that!" came the crisp replies over the radio.
At that moment, as Grant had just parked his car and was pulling out a large suitcase, he felt a sudden chill—a sense born from years of espionage experience telling him he was being watched, possibly even targeted by a sniper.
"Juan is definitely not simple!" Grant thought, hesitating only briefly before continuing to act naturally, his acting skills nearly worthy of an Oscar.
Now, he understood that the two guards he had seen were undoubtedly Juan's bodyguards in disguise, monitoring and targeting him.
Such meticulous protection was rare, even among the world's top billionaires.
"Good thing I also came prepared."
As a top agent who always executed his missions flawlessly, Grant was very thorough. Sensing something was amiss, he didn't go to the building where Juan lived. Instead, he headed to the adjacent building, took the elevator to the top floor, and used a key to enter a room.
This apartment belonged to a single woman who worked and enjoyed frequenting bars, often bringing men home. She had just left work today when Grant subdued her and took her keys.
However, he knew he had to act quickly if the residents were cautious enough; it wouldn't take long for them to notice something was off.
"Brother San, he's entered Building 9, 25th floor, into Letitia Galleria's apartment," reported a voice over the radio.
San frowned, quickly recalling Letitia's details and muttered, "Could it be someone she's been involved with, coming to see her at night?"
He then instructed his subordinate, "Quick, pull up the surveillance for the whole day. Check if Letitia has come back since she left this morning."
"It'll take two minutes."
The subordinate entered Letitia's facial data into the computer, then uploaded a day's worth of surveillance footage from the complex into the system, which began scanning rapidly.
Using technology made the task much quicker than manually reviewing the footage, even at high speed, which would take hours. Juan knew the power of technology and had equipped his security team with the most advanced and expensive devices.
About two minutes later, the subordinate reported, "Letitia left the complex at 8:30 AM and hasn't returned since."
"Not good, Team One move in to apprehend the target immediately, Teams Two and Three provide backup upstairs. All snipers be ready, if the target enters the critical zone, take them down!"
Today was Monday; Letitia usually went out to bars from Friday to Sunday. Moreover, even if she went out, it was abnormal for a man to visit when she wasn't home.
With so many suspicious signs, there was no need for further consideration.
However, to avoid causing unnecessary trouble with gunfire, unless absolutely necessary, it was best not to use guns. This was a specific instruction from the boss in advance, as Juan felt that gunfire could escalate the situation and affect Wanda's normal life.
Of course, if the stranger had already crossed the line and started posing a threat to Wanda's safety, then there would be no holding back; they would take decisive action.
"So soon, it looks like I have to retreat today!"
Changing into night gear and preparing to use a grappling hook to swing over to Building 8 and quietly take Juan, Grant heard the sound of doors being smashed and sighed.
He had expected at least a half-hour before they reacted, but it had only been two minutes.
Now, even if he managed to abduct the target, it was impossible to get them out of the complex under such tight security; he had to retreat and plan another attempt.
Turning the grappling hook towards the building on the left, closer to the edge of the complex, he fixed it in place. As he turned to face the two security guards who had broken into the room, he knew he had to deal with them to ensure a safe escape, or he'd risk being cut down mid-escape.
With his skills, it would normally take him two seconds to take down these two guys.
"Damn, these two grunts are so skilled!"
Grant, clutching his bruised eye and bending over to catch his breath, finally strapped on his gear and slid down the rope.
He had indeed taken down the two security guards, but it took thirty seconds instead of two, and he had to endure several hits before he could use his skills to subdue them reluctantly.
By his estimation, these two security guards' combat skills were comparable to the professional field agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., making them among the elite in the world of mercenaries and bodyguards.
Sliding to the next building and landing on the balcony, he quickly took out the rappelling gear from his backpack. In less than ten seconds, he was on the ground and running towards the complex's perimeter wall.
There was a street outside the wall, where he had a getaway car prepared.
However, when he reached the wall, he discovered a man as strong as a bear, dressed in a security uniform, already standing there.