The Return Of General Tyler

Why me?

Frank's eyes gleamed with a hint of nostalgia as he lit his cigarette, the flame casting a brief, golden glow on his face. "Have you forgotten I was once a detective?" he asked, a wry smile twisting his lips. "I worked for criminals, I know how they operate, and I know how they set targets." His voice was low, laced with a quiet confidence born from years of navigating the shadows.

Alex's gaze narrowed, his eyes fixed intently on Frank. "Frank, is this all our target?" he asked, his tone probing, seeking clarification.

Frank's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. "Together, we can form a formidable force with this," he said, his voice dripping with conviction. He exhaled a stream of smoke, the wispy tendrils curling around his words like a promise. "We'll anticipate their moves, stay one step ahead, and strike where it hurts most." The air seemed to vibrate with Frank's assurance, his words weaving a tapestry of strategy and cunning.

Sanya's eyes scanned the an