The sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet environment.
Feng Mountain, Nash, and Jeff tightened their grips on their guns. They exchanged a look, nodded, and stood up simultaneously, aiming their muzzles in the direction of the sound.
They would pull the trigger without hesitation at the slightest movement.
Just as the tension became suffocating, a voice suddenly called out.
"Friendly!"
Then, a tribal police officer holding an AR-15 stepped out from the shadows of the woods.
The mud and sand on his combat uniform were clear signs of a recent, fierce battle.
The tribal police officer gave the three a small wave, signaling for them to come over.
"We've caught them all."
Seeing it was one of their own, Feng Mountain, Nash, and Jeff slowly let out a breath of relief. However, they didn't lower their guns, only dipping the muzzles slightly as they cautiously approached the officer.
"What's the situation?" Jeff asked hurriedly.
