All of these men must have once fought against the enemy together before, and their leader had been John Clark. The rest were probably all his subordinates. I saw the Brooklyn Bridge out the window.

“Gun.”

I reached out with an expectation that John would instantly hand me a pistol, and he did so by pulling it out from the back seat. I checked the safety device and the ammunition, then attached the silencer. 

“I’ll tell you what you guys should do from now on. I’ll be the only one entering the building, which means I won’t let you be involved in this. Also, you’ll be immediately paid after this job is done, but if you want to make more money…” I said.

“What should we do?” John asked hastily. 

“You and someone else will come with me, then the rest will wait around the building to ambush and prepare in case we fail,” I continued.

I couldn’t underestimate the First Evil as there were so many variables. There was no way to check his stats, skills,...