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"We... we've escaped."
Nitel sat down on the ground with the joy of a narrow escape, his body covered in both blood and sweat.
The terrifying sensation of bullets whizzing past his scalp from moments ago still left his heart palpitating.
"Old Bill, David, Sarina... they didn't make it out."
Mikael Canto's eyes were filled with self-reproach and regret, those were elite agents from various departments of the United States, and now they all lay buried in the slums of Jimacan, not even their bodies could be recovered.
Such devastating casualties were unprecedented for Mikael Canto.
"So you just run away, bastards? We help you destroy the smuggling factory, and this is how you betray us?"
At this, other special agents who saw their comrades dead or wounded couldn't help but yell angrily at the police who had escaped first.
