Narrator's pov

In an abandoned warehouse...

A man dressed in black blazer, black pants and black slips-on stood in front of a set of containers.

He studied them carefully with a satisfied smirk playing on his lips, he looked as though he's achieved some big.

"Sir, you've overestimated him" one of his men said.

"Why do you think so?" HE asked.

"It's been weeks already, but he still haven't find our base.. he's very slow"

HE shook his head in disagreement, he shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out a cigarette.

"Lucifer is never slow, he's always a step ahead of everyone.. these might be fake goods"

His...