His equipment and weapons were alienating, almost indifferent and restrained, reverting to how he was before he arrived today, maintaining sharp vigilance, fully concentrating on handling any unforeseen events.
Just ahead was their vehicle; once on board, a mere six hours would see them back to their territory, where they could finally be safe.
Everyone maintained the same pace, no one making a sound, as if they were born to be silent and stealthy.
Suddenly, an explosion erupted behind them, sending sparks flying in all directions.
The shrill rat-tat-tat of automatic gunfire rang out as An Zhiyuan, carrying the heavy Wu Gang, took cover under the chassis of the vehicle, before turning and firing his automatic rifle. Ghost Shadow took the driver's seat, flooring the gas pedal and sending the car speeding away.
The team members returned fire, the flashes of gunfire sprinkling the air as spent cartridges exploded in all directions, hitting the ground and ricocheting off.
