CIA agent Frist could never have imagined that he would face a fatal strike just as reinforcements arrived.
With his left hand clutching his grenade-shrapnel-torn right shoulder, the seasoned agent struggled to lift his pistol, but his right arm was like a damaged machine, unresponsive to his commands.
All Frist could feel was his mind about to explode, his ears deaf to the outside world, filled only with a buzzing noise, his shoulder wound not particularly painful, but his heart was growing cold...
The assailants who had launched the surprise attack were too professional, too vicious, two soldiers in combat gear shooting their rifles, ensuring a follow-up shot to the head of the Titan Company's mercenaries as they moved.
No calls, no communication, no mercy, all their actions seemed solely aimed at killing everyone present.
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