After organizing the captured equipment, Tang Zheng stripped off a tactical vest from a Corpse and put it on over his backpack. The total load exceeded fifty kilograms, which somewhat affected his tactical maneuvers, but it was all essential items he couldn't afford to discard.
He glanced at the smashed brain of the Corpse and stood up holding his gun. He then found another Corpse that had been killed by the blast, undid its intact black Kevlar helmet, and pulled off the communicator attached to its ear.
"Team Eleven, report your status, repeat, report your status, OVER!" A hoarse male voice hit Tang Zheng's eardrums through the earpiece, tinged with a hint of urgency and tension. He also heard dense gunfire and shouts of "cover me."
"Team Eleven, lost six people, enemy annihilated, report your position, do you need support? OVER!"
