The helicopters get closer and closer, and Milosh's heart is increasingly clouded with doubt.
The altitude of those helicopters is not the usual patrol height, but employs a rapid low-altitude combat formation.
That's a combat posture!
A subordinate runs over hurriedly to report: "Our communications are blocked, boss. All external frequencies are experiencing high-intensity interference; our external communications have been cut off."
"Cut off?"
Milosh's heart is suddenly gripped tightly as if by an enormous hand.
Something's gone wrong...
His instincts tell him at that moment.
Something doesn't feel right!
"Attention all, level one alert."
Milosh's right hand rests on the grip of the Glock 19 at his waist.
"Emergency assembly immediately!"
Interference.
This word feels like ice water pouring down the spine.
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