When Ghost Hand led over two hundred elite troops, including Hook, charging down the canyon, the smoke cleared to reveal body parts scattered everywhere, blood soaking the ground. Several bodies had been blown to pieces, impossible to reassemble. Some weapons were so deformed by the explosion they could no longer be used. Ghost Hand's stern gaze swept around, roughly estimating that at least fifty were blown up, meaning a dozen or so survived and managed to escape.
"Hook, some have escaped; spread out and search in a fan shape," Ghost Hand ordered coldly.
"Understood." Hook licked his lips, looking excited; taking down over fifty elite soldiers made Hook very satisfied. He shouted a few local words, and the team quickly spread out, pursuing forward with howls and yells, their morale high after the victory.
