No one saw it, but beneath the mask, a flicker of coldness flashed in Mu Ke's eyes.
The Camp Leader heard the gunfire from afar and wanted to gather his men and rush over.
But it was too late.
The ambushers, already set in position, swiftly surged up from below the water, underneath the boat.
Each was swift and agile. Zidan attacked from all directions, catching the Camp Leader's men off guard, and they quickly fell one after another.
Even the workers who had been dragged aside, seemingly dead, suddenly rose up and joined the fight with great speed.
"Damn! We fell into a trap." The Camp Leader finally realized, both angry and furious, as he quickly took cover behind a barricade with the help of his subordinates.
"Are all the sharpshooters dead?" he yelled, wildly firing his gun.
Unfortunately, he was right.
They were all really dead.
Si Chen sneered, the infrared sights already targeting the Camp Leader's forehead.
