Black Society

He removed his hand from his face and turned to Eight, his expression composed once more.

"What about the remaining escort?" he asked.

Eight, who had been watching One's transformation from rage to calmness, responded with a calm and respectful tone.

"I've taken care of the rest, boss. The area is clear for now. Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, and Seven have also completed clearing out the remaining hostiles."

One slowly rose from behind the mini van, where he had taken cover. As he stood up, he dusted himself off, his weary expression a testament to the intensity of the situation. Despite his fatigue, his eyes remained serious and alert as he walked towards the armored billion van.

"Get the team to rendezvous at the billion van now," he instructed.

Eight nodded slightly in affirmation, his eyes locked on One's face.

"Boss, is something wrong?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

One turned his head slightly, casting a sidelong glance at Eight. The look was fleeting, but it spoke volumes, and Eight's eyes widened in fear. He quickly turned away, hurrying to gather the team as ordered.

Meanwhile, back at the armored billion van, Ten joined Eleven, Twelve, and Thirteen to blow up the heavy armored doors. Williams, still trembling with fear, made a concerted effort to maintain a calm and composed demeanor as he carefully set up several explosives and thermites.

The air was shattered by an even louder explosion, sending shivers down Williams' spine. As the smoke cleared, the team cautiously approached the door, their hearts racing with anticipation. Finally, they saw that the door had been blasted open, its metal twisted and mangled beyond recognition.

Ten, Eleven, Twelve, and Thirteen approached the armored billion van with caution, their senses on high alert for any unexpected ambushes from within. As they peered inside, their eyes widened in astonishment at the staggering stacks of money. Williams' jaw dropped, his face frozen in a mixture of surprise and excitement.

Eleven and Twelve sprang into action, climbing into the van and opening the black bags they had brought along. With swift efficiency, they began packing the money into the bags. Williams, also known as Thirteen, followed their lead, moving forward to help pack the money quickly.

Before long, One and the other team members, excluding Nine who remained vigilant at her post, gathered in front of the armored billion van. As they took in the sight of the staggering amount of money inside, they stood agape in surprise. One, his expression serious, approached the van, his eyes scanning the area. He stopped in front of the entrance, where the blasted doors lay in ruins, and squatted down to examine them.

His actions drew the attention of Williams and a few others, who looked at him in confusion. Seven stepped forward, intrigued by ones actions.

"Boss, what's the problem? We've got the money, haven't we? So why aren't you happy?"he asked.

One's displeased expression deepened as he stood up from his squatting position. His voice was grim as he spoke.

"We have a serious issue on our hands. The doors of this armored billion van had an inbuilt anti-theft system, which was triggered the moment the first explosive went off."

The team's faces paled as they processed One's words, and a cold sweat broke out on their brows. Williams' eyes widened in alarm, his mind racing with the implications. He couldn't believe what he had just heard, and his panic grew as he realized the first explosion had occurred over six minutes ago.

One's gaze swept across their faces, his eyes narrowing as he took in their expressions.

"I know what you're thinking," he said firmly, "but this is no time to panic. We've come too far and are too close to achieving our goal. We can't turn back empty-handed now."

The team's downcast expressions began to lift as One's words sank in. Some members clenched their fists in determination, while others flashed wild, supportive grins. But Williams looked on, bewildered, wondering if his teammates were lunatics. Did they not grasp the gravity of their situation?

Three, now sporting a confident look, spoke up.

"Boss, I think we're all in on this. So what's the plan of action?" His voice was steady, his eyes locked on One with an expectant gleam.

One's lips curled into a slight smirk as he surveyed the team's enthusiastic faces. He couldn't help but wonder if his teammates were truly crazy. Clearing his throat, he turned to face the group, his voice taking on a serious tone.

"As we speak, several squads of Special Forces soldiers are heading towards us from multiple locations," One said, his eyes scanning the surrounding area as if anticipating the approaching threat.

"The plan is simple: hold them back until the transport team finishes loading the money into the van." He paused, his gaze locking onto the team's.

"Then, we break away with it."

The team exchanged confident glances, their faces set with determination. One's gaze swept across the group, his eyes lingering on each member before nodding in approval.

Williams stood aside, speechless and aghast at the team's reckless plan. He wondered how he'd end up dying if he continued to follow these madmen. A growing sense of desperation urged him to escape.

Just as the team was preparing for the impending clash, Nine's panicked voice crackled through One's comms device.

"Boss, we have an urgent issue right now."

One's tone turned serious. "What's the issue?"

Nine's voice trembled as she gazed through her sniper scope, her eyes wide with fear.

"It...it's an entire detachment of SAFS...coming from the south and east."

Just as Nine finished speaking, a sudden gust of air swept in, catching her off balance. She stumbled, struggling to regain her footing while trying to make sense of what was happening.

But before she could react, a military helicopter descended from nowhere, its rotors whipping the air into a frenzy. The helicopter was emblazoned with the insignia of the Special Armed Force Squad (SAFS), and its guns were trained directly on Nine. She froze, paralyzed with fear, as she gazed dumbfounded at the helicopter. Cold sweat dripped down her body, her heart racing with terror.