"Motherfucker, what kind of people are they? Only good at sneaky tricks!"
"Ordinary people would never stoop to this. Could we have run into mercenaries?"
"The moment I find them, I'll make sure they're dead!"
Several young hot-headed SWAT members scowled and cursed sullenly, wishing they could immediately drag those who planted the mines out and give them a brutal beating to vent their frustration.
Shit!
A minefield!
If someone was careless enough to step on one, at best they'd be injured, at worst they might lose half their life.
So treacherous, who wouldn't want to kill them?!
Just thinking about it made their blood boil with anger.
"What do you think?"
Grasping her sniper rifle, Jessie Grain asked Flossie Wright, her face stern.
"What?"
Flossie Wright, who had been deep in thought, asked Jessie Grain somewhat confusedly.
After a brief pause, Jessie Grain eyed her and explained in detail, "The minefield, who planted it."
"Mercenaries."
