On the elevated rooftop tarmac of a high-rise building, a sleek private helicopter sat idling silently.
Mr M stood near the edge of the roof, raising a pair of high-powered tactical binoculars to his eyes to observe the active disaster site down below.
Through the clear lenses, he watched heavy industrial machinery, giant yellow excavators, and emergency crews working tirelessly to clear away massive blocks of crushed concrete.
His gaze shifted slightly, landing directly on Marlon, who was sitting slouched on the dusty ground nearby.
Marlon looked completely drained and lifeless, his hollow eyes fixated blankly on the mechanical cranes lifting heavy debris from the earth.
Mr M let out a quiet, mocking sneer beneath his dark mask. "Look at that idiot Marlon. He does not even have enough faith in his own blood brother. Sitting down there looking like a helpless ghost as if Axel were actually dead. Is Axel really the kind of fragile person who would die this easily?"
