Chapter 392 Footsteps

One after another, the sound of approaching footsteps became louder and closer. Kurt, who was at the door of the interrogation room, pricked up his ears, and his eyes were so gloomy as if they were about to drip water "Finally…” He raised his head slowly and turned around. Krut was like a dark vengeful god; his eyes were gloomy and cold. "Report Mr. Clinton!" He ordered. "We are waiting for the 108th member of the economic war team to be fully equipped!" "Resolutely respond to the first-level alert! Wait for instructions!" The visitor who was fully armed watched Krut with serious eyes. He had a Type 95 assault rifle on his shoulder, a pistol on his waist, smoke bombs, daggers and much more. The promenade which was filled to capacity, consisted of fully armed team members, who focused their gaze ahead, vowing to die. All the members were fully prepared at tha