"Damn it, those blue-skinned monkeys are actually cooperating with the aliens? Aren't they afraid of dying!"
The team leader, his hair still speckled with bits of leaves, now felt the rapid beeping in his ear, accompanied by the alien's exoskeleton rustling among the nearby branches, appearing and disappearing.
His face also looked extremely ugly.
They came out to hunt the aliens, so they must have some strength.
With preparation, relying on helicopters, they could take these down without a scratch.
For Pioneers who only took on missions for money, they might choose to give up if the profit wasn't substantial enough, even if it meant losing just one team member.
Making money is one thing; there's no need to overdo it with risking lives!
But now, the situation on the ground had completely changed!
Even if they could deal with these aliens now, they would encounter endless trouble on their way back.
The only option was to call for help, hoping for a nearby helicopter.
