The guns fired in controlled bursts rather than a single volley, the altered soldiers moving through a sequence that Jake recognized from a previous life as a tactical suppression pattern—two firing while two advanced, leapfrogging positions to close distance while maintaining continuous pressure on the target.
They weren't shooting randomly; instead, they worked like a trained unit.
"What in the holly fuck is this shit?" Jake laughed, though it wasn't out of amusement.
Ankerita, still looking at the soldiers shooting at them, said, "Must be those damned gods playing with us. I'm sure they are messing with us by creating them."
Jake looked at her and his expression turning blank. He said, "This was the reason why no one made it alive. With such military power, small fries would definitely get killed right here."
