Chapter 884 Mercy

Vickie twisted hard, but it did not budge. Someone must have locked it from the outside. This was also within her expectations. She thought about it and did not try the door again. Instead, she followed the door frame, fumbling inch by inch. At this time, not far from the cabin, inside a villa, a man sat in front of the monitor with a glass of red wine in his hand. He drank while watching the picture on the monitor. The screen showed the dilapidated wooden house and the woman who was struggling and feeling around the wall bit by bit. She seemed to be focusing on hearing something as she fumbled. He could not help but raise his eyebrows. “What’s she doing?” Behind him, a man with a silver mask on his face stood there with his arms folded and said, “Probably observing the environment.” The man was surprised. Then, he laughed. “Interesting.” The man in the silver mask looked at her and asked, “Caporegime, there’s one thing I’ve never really understood. Why do we have to capture he