The Butcher has been annoyed these days.
—Damn those bastards from the Boseman and Kavian countries.
It's all because of them that he had to start sooner than he expected for his mission.
He was on a beach enjoying his life when they called. It was vacation time. But now he, the Butcher, was in a sour mood since his vacation time was cut short.
There was also some hatred towards Gort as well. Wasn't it all because of him that he was forced into his current mission?
His face was so stern and cold that one would be able to sense death if they stepped closer to him.
"Boss, you need to calm down. We'll have an accident at this rate!" The one driving the vehicle had no tears but wanted to cry.
In the truck with the Butcher, were 3 others. He knew them, having worked with them occasionally on some missions. They were part of the Extraction team, having sub-missions of their own to ensure Gort was taken away safely.
