Third Community Building, inside a severely damaged house, Jacquen's mangled body lay on the ground, already devoid of warmth.
Dika had a steel rebar piercing through his thigh, and his face was pale due to excessive blood loss.
Across from him, Mikael still held a submachine gun, staying with the last few remaining survivors. Some were CIA agents, others were elite soldiers from the Delta Special Forces, but now they all looked as ragged as refugees.
"Everyone, I underestimated the enemy's ferocity,"
Dika pulled painkillers from his pocket and swallowed them in one gulp, then injected his thigh with a needle.
"How could the enemy have so many armored units?"
Mikael's voice was dull as he glanced down at the tanks and self-propelled grenade launchers continuously bombarding below, each blast shaking their hearts like a heavy hammer, causing agitation and chaos.
