"Medic... Medic..." Nate used his last bit of strength, hoarsely shouting towards the open door, his voice barely audible.
In the corridor, only the heavy breathing of two dying people and a corpse remained, the smell of blood so thick it could not be dissipated, the scent of death enveloping this shattered building.
Meanwhile, at a vantage point in the port area.
On the abandoned lighthouse, a sniper duel was silently underway.
The Mexican Marine Corps sniper, the veteran Hector Macias codenamed "Old Dad," and his spotter were calmly scanning the chaotic battlefield below through a high-powered scope.
"Eleven o'clock direction, blue roof, second floor window. Gunman is changing ammo belt," the spotter whispered the parameters.
Macias adjusted his breath, the crosshairs steadily aligned with the figure just as he was about to press the trigger—
"Bang!"
