The entire building was shaken by the sudden explosion, swaying dangerously.
The members of 094 almost stumbled and fell.
Bazil, with his steady stance, looked through his binoculars at the terrorist den and shouted, "Damn it! Boss! Someone got here before us! They're stealing our job!"
A fierce smile played across Shen Yanhe's face, "To dare snatch from 094, they've got guts!"
"Get your weapons." Shen Yanhe stared at the smoke-belching building, his voice deep, "No waiting for nightfall, charge now!"
Bazil's blood boiled with excitement, a thrilled look on his face, "Yes!"
"Get your weapons!"
At Bazil's command, the members of 094 clacked open the weapon-filled boxes, each grabbing a rifle in one hand and securing a bomb with the other as they rushed forward.
Shen Yanhe picked out a pistol and took a few button-like mini bombs, then looked sideways at Feng Jiao, "Jiaojiao, wait here for backup."
Feng Jiao hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."
