Chapter 888 Blood On The Ground

• Moments after the Dubhe Mercenaries vanished, Winston arrived with his men. All he found were the bodies of The Hunters, strewn like discarded puppets across the asphalt. Not a single clue revealed who had wiped out his comrades.
• "D*mn it," Winston muttered, glaring at the wreckage spread beneath the moonlight.
• Specialized scanners emerged; his subordinates swept the scene, hunting for any residual energy signatures or shred of traceable evidence left by supernatural ability users.