"Careful!"
Blake sensed something was wrong; he instinctively wanted to turn and shoot, but it was too late.
"Pop pop pop pop!"
Four gunshots nearly sounded like one.
The sound was processed by the SOCOM silencer, resembling rapid clapping in the narrow space.
Derek was the first to fall.
The bullet hit his carotid artery from the side, the bulletproof vest's neck protection couldn't completely block it.
His eyes widened, hands uselessly covering the bleeding wound, falling with a dull thud.
Quinn was the second to be shot.
He tried to turn and retaliate, but the bullet precisely hit the gap between the helmet and the bulletproof vest—above the collarbone, side of the spine.
He collapsed like a puppet with strings cut.
"Enemy attack!"
Victor roared, swiveling the machine gun's muzzle.
But the attackers were prepared.
Two flashbangs thrown from the shadow at the door exploded simultaneously, followed by a deafening noise.
