Leitao and his team followed the motorcycle tracks, moving with hurried steps and grave expressions. The tracks meandered ahead like a taunting signal left by the enemy.
However, when they reached a dead end, everyone’s heart sank. The tracks vanished abruptly at the end of the alley, as if the vehicle had simply dissolved into thin air. Leitao knit his brows, his eyes scanning the surroundings anxiously in search of a clue, but there was nothing save for cold walls and silent corners.
"Damn it!" Leitao cursed under his breath, consumed by frustration. He kicked a pile of debris nearby, sending a cloud of dust into the air.
Chapter 371