At this point, Leonard Churchill heard a reminder in his earpiece, "Two stealthy targets are on their way up to you. They are likely First Tier assassins and not weak, be careful."
This small communication device wasn't something modern technology could fabricate.
It was an ancient black technology obtained through archaeology.
Some were kept in the X Bureau.
The Federal Military did not even possess them.
Having someone to alert him saved Leonard a lot of trouble.
His face, concealed beneath the gas mask, had partially transformed into a werewolf.
He sat in the same spot, pretending to be completely oblivious.
Stealth was visual concealment, not disappearance.
For Leonard, who was now in this state, it was not difficult to detect them if they approached.
Suddenly!
A dagger discreetly pierces the mist inside the dilapidated building.
It cleverly attempted to strike Leonard's head from behind.