Pushing aside the rubble buried on top of him, Lieutenant Dennis crawled out from the collapsed building in a mess.
Just now, although that guy had a high-performance prosthetic, he wasn't dead from a single punch, just injured a bit.
But when he walked out of the building, the sight of the Netherworld Dog Team in front of him was unbelievable.
A few bare-chested men wearing only shorts were sitting helplessly on the roadside stones, hanging their heads and sobbing, as if they had just suffered a great humiliation. The other soldiers were also dejected, disheveled, and the robbing mercenaries were nowhere to be seen.
"Where are the people?"
Dennis had roughly guessed what had happened, but he was still unwilling to accept it.
"They escaped."
A sergeant stepped forward and reported helplessly.
"I've already reported the situation to Major Murphy, asking him to set up defenses along the way, but there's still no news yet."
"What about the air-drop?"
