The dead mutant wolves, even more!
Beauty Child and her team were cornered by the pack of wolves.
The special forces members cleverly formed a circle and vigilantly watched the wolves surrounding them.
The battle was fierce, and Liz was startled awake. Additionally, Forsythia had previously used cold water to lower her temperature physically, so her consciousness had somewhat recovered.
Frowning and scanning the surroundings, Liz weakly asked, "Mrs. Flack, is the helicopter not coming anymore?"
"Yes, Mrs. Blackwood."
"Prepare to break out according to plan B?"
"Yes, Mrs. Blackwood."
"Breaking out now would be no different than sending ourselves to death."
Beauty Child and everyone else looked at Liz in shock.
Out of breath, Liz continued, "They've lost many of their kind, and according to their nature, they won't disperse until they've avenged their kindred to death. So, these wolves definitely won't scatter. Even if they can't take us down, they'll go down with us."
