"Coyotes, follow me!"
As most of these mercenaries were temporarily recruited in their own teams, they would naturally focus on their familiar teams when they were about to take action. Although they did not know the meaning of this operation, the amount promised by the faction behind Divine Gun was enough to disregard their lives.
Moreover, the other party was just an assassin with a wooden saber. In front of a fully armed mercenary, this outfit was not much different from a clown.
As a blond mercenary shouted, a few burly men about 1.9 meters tall quickly walked out of the team. Their combat uniforms were stuck tightly to their bodies, and their muscles seemed to be able to burst their clothes at any moment.
