Chapter 523: The Only Entrance
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Erik crept discreetly atop the targeted structure, and the crowd riveted to the screens watched with rapt concentration. As the viewers waited for Erik's next move, hushed murmurs permeated the chatrooms and platforms.
"Seems tough," one spectator said as he tapped away at his computer. "Two guards are inside; they'll attack and alert the others if they notice anything. Wonder what he'll do?"
Another, on the other hand, was full of praise, saying, "Look at how he's analyzing the situation. The youngster is bright. He's just seventeen, yet he knows more about how to do this than many seasoned mercenaries. He is very brilliant."
The reaction was replicated throughout the internet: a combination of anxiety, excitement, and absolute astonishment at the young man's skill.
Erik was in a difficult position, and everyone was watching to see how he handled it.
They'd seen him outwit the hooded guy in the alley, travel the city, and even hunt down the kidnapper during a riot.
They were watching him skulk on a rooftop, preparing for a new assignment. They were fully aware of the situation's complexities, knowing that one wrong move may risk the hostage's safety.
"He's been cautious about not gaining attention, focusing on gathering information first," said a seasoned spectator with a profound grasp of such operations. His approach was methodical and exact. He isn't merely depending on his physical abilities."
Many others agreed, noting Erik's strategy of following the robot from the riot and utilizing it to bring him to the building as proof of his intellect and tactical understanding. They were filled with admiration and respect as they watched Erik's every action and choice.
Simultaneously, discussion raged over whether the captive was in the building or another place where he could get a hint out of the situation. "What if it's just another hint leading to the real location?" wondered someone.
Others speculated that the guarded entrance indicated something important. The conjecture added to the suspense and excitement as the crowd waited for Erik's next move.
Erik's awe for his deft moves, incredible physical capability, and, most of all, his strategic thinking grew with each passing instant. As the suspense increased, all eyes were locked on the live broadcast, and the whole city held its breath, waiting to see what the young mercenary would do next.
***
Erik took a deep breath and focused his sight through the little rooftop window on the soldiers. He was crouched down on the rooftop, unseen for the time being, his mind occupied with calculations.
he said, beginning his internal assessment.
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Erik crept discreetly atop the targeted structure, and the crowd riveted to the screens watched with rapt concentration. As the viewers waited for Erik's next move, hushed murmurs permeated the chatrooms and platforms.
"Seems tough," one spectator said as he tapped away at his computer. "Two guards are inside; they'll attack and alert the others if they notice anything. Wonder what he'll do?"
Another, on the other hand, was full of praise, saying, "Look at how he's analyzing the situation. The youngster is bright. He's just seventeen, yet he knows more about how to do this than many seasoned mercenaries. He is very brilliant."
The reaction was replicated throughout the internet: a combination of anxiety, excitement, and absolute astonishment at the young man's skill.
Erik was in a difficult position, and everyone was watching to see how he handled it.
They'd seen him outwit the hooded guy in the alley, travel the city, and even hunt down the kidnapper during a riot.
They were watching him skulk on a rooftop, preparing for a new assignment. They were fully aware of the situation's complexities, knowing that one wrong move may risk the hostage's safety.
"He's been cautious about not gaining attention, focusing on gathering information first," said a seasoned spectator with a profound grasp of such operations. His approach was methodical and exact. He isn't merely depending on his physical abilities."
Many others agreed, noting Erik's strategy of following the robot from the riot and utilizing it to bring him to the building as proof of his intellect and tactical understanding. They were filled with admiration and respect as they watched Erik's every action and choice.
Simultaneously, discussion raged over whether the captive was in the building or another place where he could get a hint out of the situation. "What if it's just another hint leading to the real location?" wondered someone.
Others speculated that the guarded entrance indicated something important. The conjecture added to the suspense and excitement as the crowd waited for Erik's next move.
Erik's awe for his deft moves, incredible physical capability, and, most of all, his strategic thinking grew with each passing instant. As the suspense increased, all eyes were locked on the live broadcast, and the whole city held its breath, waiting to see what the young mercenary would do next.
***
Erik took a deep breath and focused his sight through the little rooftop window on the soldiers. He was crouched down on the rooftop, unseen for the time being, his mind occupied with calculations.
he said, beginning his internal assessment.
Erik crept discreetly atop the targeted structure, and the crowd riveted to the screens watched with rapt concentration. As the viewers waited for Erik's next move, hushed murmurs permeated the chatrooms and platforms."Seems tough," one spectator said as he tapped away at his computer. "Two guards are inside; they'll attack and alert the others if they notice anything. Wonder what he'll do?"Another, on the other hand, was full of praise, saying, "Look at how he's analyzing the situation. The youngster is bright. He's just seventeen, yet he knows more about how to do this than many seasoned mercenaries. He is very brilliant." The reaction was replicated throughout the internet: a combination of anxiety, excitement, and absolute astonishment at the young man's skill. Erik was in a difficult position, and everyone was watching to see how he handled it.They'd seen him outwit the hooded guy in the alley, travel the city, and even hunt down the kidnapper during a riot. They were watching him skulk on a rooftop, preparing for a new assignment. They were fully aware of the situation's complexities, knowing that one wrong move may risk the hostage's safety."He's been cautious about not gaining attention, focusing on gathering information first," said a seasoned spectator with a profound grasp of such operations. His approach was methodical and exact. He isn't merely depending on his physical abilities." Many others agreed, noting Erik's strategy of following the robot from the riot and utilizing it to bring him to the building as proof of his intellect and tactical understanding. They were filled with admiration and respect as they watched Erik's every action and choice.Simultaneously, discussion raged over whether the captive was in the building or another place where he could get a hint out of the situation. "What if it's just another hint leading to the real location?" wondered someone.Others speculated that the guarded entrance indicated something important. The conjecture added to the suspense and excitement as the crowd waited for Erik's next move.Erik's awe for his deft moves, incredible physical capability, and, most of all, his strategic thinking grew with each passing instant. As the suspense increased, all eyes were locked on the live broadcast, and the whole city held its breath, waiting to see what the young mercenary would do next.*** Erik took a deep breath and focused his sight through the little rooftop window on the soldiers. He was crouched down on the rooftop, unseen for the time being, his mind occupied with calculations. he said, beginning his internal assessment.
