"I've never seen this many soldiers in Brooklyn, and these are the elite kind. What's going on?" a freelancer riding a horse whose mane was made of ice spikes asked with a raised eyebrow as he watched the convoy drive into Brooklyn.
It was weird to see even one of them, and now there was a whole convoy full of Agents.
"I don't know. Whatever it is, it's not something people like us can interfere with or even know about," someone else replied solemnly.
The convoy attracted glances and caused discussions until it vanished into a blue gate.
"They entered the new blue gate dungeon?! I knew there was something odd about that first group. If the Authorities could send such troops, they want to achieve their goal at all costs!"
A freelancer who sold weapons said strongly.
***
All the armoured trucks came to a halt after moving through the underground passage.
"This is where the Vagabonds call paradise?" Henry lifted an eyebrow.
