"go! go! go!"
A foreign man with an exaggerated hooked nose urged the person carrying supplies on their shoulder to head towards the back of the school building.
Beside him were two European-looking individuals, one had slicked-back hair, and the other's neck revealed a tattoo.
Both held a Scorpion submachine gun in their hands.
"These idiots, a simple Trojan horse can trick them into handing their lives over to us, they're as dumb as pigs," sneered the slick-haired foreigner.
Hooked nose snorted coldly, "They're foolish, but dying dreaming of being millionaires, they could be considered lucky enough."
"Let's go, don't let those people downstairs starve," said the tattooed man with a wave.
Hooked nose's eyes were playful, "I see the only one you're worried about is that Darcy guy. Everyone says he's your man, now it seems your relationship isn't ordinary."
The tattooed man snorted, without arguing the matter further, and walked into the derelict school on his own.
