Four people wearing white masks and tactical combat gear burst into the room at high speed.
At the same moment they rushed in, Mr. Haus inside the room was struggling… he was fighting back with his utterly harmless body—but his limbs had already been strapped down with belts.
"Let go… let go of me…"
At the instant of his despair, these four masked, armed intruders were nothing less than a gospel to him—he wasn't a believer, didn't believe in the Lord, but right now he had an urge to praise the Lord.
"Who the hell are you!!"
The doctors and nurses had huddled together in terror… because two of the masked gunmen were pointing their weapons right at them!
At the same time, the other two rushed to Haus's side and undid his restraints. One of them spoke in a low voice, "You're Haus?"
"Are you… Wally…?" Haus asked excitedly.
The man didn't answer, just said quickly, "Mr. Haus, we need to get you out, fast. This place has hired quite a lot of people from the Bertani Company."
