The mercenary team had eventually brought the speedboat to a secluded stretch of shoreline, far from the prying eyes of the harbor police. At the port, it was clear that even more meticulous preparations had been made. A nondescript white minibus was idling near the docks, flanked by two black SUVs. Several men in tactical gear stood guard, their eyes scanning the perimeter with rhythmic precision.
"Man, are those real guns they have on them?" Darno asked in a low whisper as the group walked past the SUVs. He couldn't help but stare at the hardware strapped to the men's chests. "They look a lot more dangerous than just a standard private security team. Those aren't exactly mall cop pistols."
As the group continued to escort them toward the waiting minibus, the mercenaries didn't let their guard down for a second. They boarded the vehicle along with Max and his team, maintaining a perimeter even inside the cramped interior.
