Krueger believed that he had never failed when taking on tasks like security protection. He would use every means to complete the tasks and was an outstanding mercenary.

However, he met you.

You didn't like it when others called you a thief, even though it was the truth. Anyway, who cared what others said? You preferred to call your actions Art.

Like a cat, you gracefully crossed those warning lines and effortlessly took away the aquamarine that was put out on display.

Krueger had already failed once when dealing with you, and he wouldn't let you take away other things again. The bullets swept past your face, nearly sending you to meet your Maker. You were surprised that he had discovered your presence so quickly.

On this road of chasing and being chased, whether it was you or him, the adrenaline in both of your bodies was surging.