In a building, several armed soldiers rushed toward the broadcast room to stop whoever had taken control of it.
Halfway there, they came to an abrupt halt.
"What the fuck...?" the man at the front muttered, his breath catching in his throat. "Fucking hell."
The hallway was littered with blood and bodies.
Even with the hallway plunged into darkness, save for a single flickering fluorescent light, the brutality of the attack was unmistakable.
It hadn't been a series of clean, precise kills.
Some bodies were riddled with bullets from head to toe. Others had their faces and necks torn apart by repeated gunfire, leaving behind a grotesque scene that was enough to make even seasoned soldiers hesitate.
For a brief moment, everyone held their breath. They had seen enough to paint a clear picture of the infiltrator — a mad, sadistic, and terrifyingly violent person was somewhere within the compound.
Fury flashed across every soldier's face.
