Jasper felt a chill creeping up from the soles of his feet.
Simon's face was cold as ice, filled with murderous intent.
He glanced to his side, Kobe's body lay beside him, the assault rifle still in a guarding stance clutched in his hand, but his forehead had an extra charred bullet hole.
"Damn...it's all over..."
Jasper cursed, trembling.
Just over half an hour ago, he still had a well-equipped "Watcher" squad under his command, now he was left all alone.
More frighteningly, the "Satan" Team A, who were supposed to be ambushing the perimeter, had completely lost contact, and from Simon's slightly smug smile, he seemed to have found the answer.
Although both the "Watcher" and "Satan" battalion Team A were elite, Simon was familiar with the deployment positions of these people, making a move from behind was as easy as pie, no elite commando could withstand a cold gunshot from behind.
"Sizzle..."
Suddenly a static noise came through the headset.
