"No, you don't understand."
The lower-ranked soldier immediately waved his hand, panicking. The way these special forces soldiers were looking at him made him feel intimidated. "It's not like that," he insisted. "They're...the people that had been spotted were dead. I just need some people over to carry these bodies away."
After hearing this, the team leader scrunched his face in disbelief.
"How is that possible? These people haven't even reached the peak, and they've already been taken care of?" The squad leader asked, but in the end, he received no answers.
Even the soldiers were confused.
After all, weren't they talking about a group of very experienced smugglers? How could they have died right outside their perimeters?
How could they have died when they still haven't made it?
"It must be one of their schemes," one of them whispered. "Maybe they disguised themselves as dead to make us lower our guard down. Then, they'll ambush us."
