Outside the barbed wire, a Squid soldier is patrolling.
She looked at the soldier, thinking about one thing:
The seven of them. Six adults, one child. Who killed them?
Victor said he didn't know.
But she didn't believe it.
She must find that person.
Whether it's Victor, or Volkov, or that "Boss" hiding in Moscow.
She must kill him with her own hands.
9 PM, somewhere in the Mediterranean.
An unmarked freighter is heading north.
In the cabin, Victor is sitting on a broken chair, facing five people.
Those five people have come over the Alps—two men, three women, the oldest in their forties, the youngest in their early twenties.
"Do you know where you're going?" Victor asked.
No one answered.
Victor stood up and walked to the cabin door.
"Germany. Once you get to Germany, someone will meet you. After that, it's not my concern."
He pushed open the door and went out.
Scorpion was standing outside.
"Victor, that woman—Tamara—was caught."
Victor's hand paused slightly.
