He Jie sat on the ground, loading bullets into the magazine one by one.
The crisp sound was like a grinding beast, ready to strike fatally at any moment.
Earlier, he was like a gambler who had placed everything on the table, and now he's a gambler who has lost all his possessions, deeply in debt, with his only hope being to turn the tables.
The situation has now reversed.
There were benefits too, as he moved from the open to the shadows.
"Flower Dog, write this down for me—"
"Flower Dog is already dead; Black Dog will record the subsequent information,"
another scout said.
He Jie paused for a moment and continued speaking.
"They have at least two manipulators, one who can manipulate sound, and another who can control currents, possibly the group mentioned in the information who clashed with Evolution Beasts on Mojiang Bridge in the high-temperature zone."
