Crunch——
The sound of tactical boots crushing twigs made the mercenary turn abruptly, met by two muffled pops from a silenced weapon.
Song Heping held the HK USP pistol taken off sniper Lanni in his left hand and fired two rapid shots. As the 9mm subsonic rounds punched through the lining of the FAST helmet, his right-hand dagger had already slashed the throat of another "Satan" mercenary crouching nearby.
Warm blood splattered onto the night vision lenses, he tilted his head to avoid the falling direction of the corpse, and slipped like a desert viper into the recently established defensive line of the elite "Satan" strike force.
"Unusual situation!"
A mercenary's shout suddenly exploded in Charles' earpiece.
"Something's wrong at that spot!"
He had to start checking names on the channel.
Soon, he discovered Lance wasn't responding.
"Something happened at Lance's position!"
"Hans, Roder, go check it out!"
