Without using suppressors, the gunfire from each rifle rang loud and clear in everyone's ears. Many of them flinched in shock and fear at the same time.
BANG!
The bullets shot forward, striking directly into the bodies of the wolves that came attacking in a guerrilla style. The villagers pulled back, running and stepping to the sides to avoid the conflict.
Gideon aimed his rifle forward, his hawk-like eyes targeting the thighs and legs of the wolves. His goal was to stop the attack without killing them.
Taking them prisoner would be much more effective for Gideon.
"W-What kind of power is that?" Lucas asked.
"That is the power of the ghost team. They are the ones who managed to push back Moko's large army in the south," one soldier replied.
"No wonder they won. This isn't even a battle anymore. This is a slaughter."
