"Four Eyes was just killed by their sniper."
Agents are dying one after another on the battlefield, the enemy's strength far exceeds the original estimate, and Huang Ban's data center is still treating the players as the batch that fought with the Trauma Team a few days ago, suffering losses is inevitable.
But the scariest part is not even that.
Ryosuke looked at the opposite Natural Curl, whose eyes revealed a scavenger-like clarity, a vulgar tongue constantly licking the lips, with a childlike innocent smile at the corners of the mouth.
He had no doubt that the other party intended to dissect him alive and sell him.
"Report to headquarters, the Izumo squad is taking heavy losses."
"Received, continue to delay."
"...Understood."
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Several almost imperceptible figures hid in the dim alley
"Izumo squad encountered the enemy, act quickly."
"Understood."
