"Drop your weapons, I'll say it again!"
The booming authoritative voice blasted in the ears of the three men. Yan Jie's hands, dripping with blood holding the zombie-killing knife, dropped. He felt powerless. Soldiers, like a tidal wave, had appeared from every direction.
They were surrounded, resistance was now futile, and the whereabouts of the boss, Tang Ye, were unknown.
Even if he wanted to come to their aid, he probably had no idea where they were.
Click, click, click...
Chen Chaoyang's gun finally ran out of ammunition, making a set of empty ratcheting sounds. His smile faded after exerting all his fury, he became silent, his expression sagging like a frozen eggplant.
He was very clear that surrendering in Yindan Base was absolutely useless!
As the son of a high-ranking official, he has seen far more than many of his peers.
Would Yan Zhaofeng, who is even excessively cruel to use an infant for experiments, possibly spare them?
