The group had only walked a little over a kilometer when they heard the sound of a three-round burst of gunfire.
Following that sound of gunfire, the distance once again fell into silence.
Isabella Lindsey's small squad was somewhat puzzled. Why did the fighting stop with just one three-round burst?
After all, Julion Johnsons was leading the team. Even if they encountered terrorists, there should have been an exchange of gunfire.
At this moment.
The small squad led by Julion Johnsons on the left flank collectively leaned their backs against the rocky wall, and Julion Johnsons, as the leader, looked even more somber.
His extraordinarily handsome face, usually graced with elegance, now seemed to have vanished, replaced by threads of killing intent. "Did the officials from Kyoto not graduate from elementary school? A total of a hundred terrorists? Are they sure they can count?!"
Just now.
