In the gloomy and damp corridor, the blood-red silk banner fluttered behind the armored young man, rustling in the night breeze.
Through the dim light, one could faintly see the drag marks of blood on the ground.
On the ship's wall ten meters opposite, the body of the middle-aged team captain hung in the air, blood dripping down, his dead eyes staring wide.
Pei Jinye's chest heaved.
In the past fifteen minutes, he felt as though he had experienced all the crises he might face in his life.
The comrades covering him died right before his eyes.
All ammunition spent...
Completely lost contact with headquarters...
If despair had a taste.
Then Pei Jinye had fully experienced it now.
"Old Pei..." Lou Ziyue leaned against the wall, her face deathly pale, a huge hole in her abdomen from which blood poured endlessly.
"Run... It will take another hour for support from headquarters to arrive... The Night Hawk Group has taken a big fall this time."
Pei Jinye looked at her.
