London, MI6 Headquarters, Command Center.
A technician enlarged the drone's real-time footage on the huge curved screen's bottom right corner.
Despite the footage being unclear due to distance and interference, filled with green noise, the command center's senior agents could still barely make out the critical situation on the ruins of the battlefield in the southwest corner of Desert City, thanks to powerful image enhancement algorithms.
When Hunter was hit by the first .338 bullet on his helmet, helmet flying off, blood splattering — the room echoed with several suppressed gasps.
Ames's playful smirk deepened with a cruel satisfaction, as if saying, "Just as expected."
The operations supervisor nodded slightly, seemingly seeing the plan proceed smoothly.
When Hunter stubbornly raised his gun again to aim, M's ice-blue eyes narrowed slightly, revealing an imperceptible appraisal of the tenacious opponent.
