Two of his subordinates died before his eyes.
Mulaiel watched the scene before him in terror, not bothering to wipe the blood off his face. The sensation of a bullet grazing his scalp just now still lingered in his mind and wouldn't dissipate. Two seconds later, a faint burning sensation came from the scratch.
Mulaiel finally snapped out of his shock.
Dadadada...
Dadada...
Da.
Mulaiel observed his subordinates' counterattacks weakening. No, it should not be called a counterattack, but rather a desperate and indiscriminate shooting because they couldn't locate their targets, and could only guess their positions.
Watching one comrades fall one after another was horrifying.
One man, who was running, was preparing to turn around and open fire on Chai Ren and the others in a final act of defiance.
Unfortunately, the moment the African man turned around.
Shhh...
He was met by the sight of a yellow-orange bullet.
It went straight through his body.
