Boom!
Amid the loud noise, the mutilated remains fell on their backs to the sky, blood splattering.
As the numbers dwindled, the brutal fight and competition between the two teams was about to draw to a conclusion. With one foot crushing a corpse, the scar-faced man with bronze skin wrapped in electric light looked coldly at the last stand, "Hand over the item, and I'll spare your lives."
"Keep dreaming, horse-fucker!"
The critically wounded captain sneered, hugging the backpack tightly to his chest and raising the other hand holding explosives, "Take one more step, and we'll all be sent off together!"
"Really?" The scar-faced man looked at him indifferently, unwavering as he took a step forward, "I don't believe you."
A flicker of hesitation appeared in the captain's eyes, which the sharp-eyed man caught and his smile grew wickeder, "Don't worry, I keep my word. Hand over the —"
Boom!!!
Another loud noise, something seemed to whoosh over their heads.
