FORTY SIX

Ezra was standing on the roof of a lonely bank building. His black coat fluttered dramatically as the wind blew around him. He tried to see the situation in the Grand Hyatt Hotel through the black binoculars hanging from his neck. Everything seems to have gone according to plan. Felix had made sure the Louises— Edward and Monica, were standing at the right point for target shooting. The corner of Ezra's lips twitched into a smirk. After a dozen years of holding himself back from doing this, he finally had the chance to execute the damn couple.

Ezra walked over to his gun, and bent over it. He had used his black gloves and black leather coat to disguise his body in the dark night on the roof of this skyscraper. The dinner party across there was going on with great fanfare. The host provides the best dishes and the best entertainment for all his invited guests.

While waiting for reports from his men who were in the hotel, Ezra started to light a cigarette which he took from his trouser