However, after carefully checking all the twitching, grinning guards scattered outside in the dirt, they still could not locate him.
"He is not among the men out here."
"Let's move inside. Weapons up."
The two men drew their firearms and immediately crossed the threshold into the house. After clearing the ground floor room by room, they finally found the middle-aged man lying completely motionless on the hard living room floor.
"Uncle Liam!"
The subordinate rushed over immediately, holstering his weapon and dropping beside the older man.
"Uncle Liam, are you alright? Who hit this place?" He asked anxiously while gently shaking the leader's limp shoulder.
The middle-aged man slowly and stiffly rolled his head toward the sound of his name. Then, he simply grinned foolishly up at them. His vacant, blissed-out expression was completely identical to every single ruined guard outside.
