The bullet casing looked unusually stark against the clear water of the creek, its surface mottled with rust like a lingering trace of time. Liang Song felt a stir in his heart and reached out to fish it from the water. He gripped it tightly in his palm, the rough metal edge pressing painfully into his skin.
The afternoon jungle was stifling, breathless, as if in the quiet before a storm. Liang Song and his team moved forward with extreme vigilance, each step taken with meticulous care. Yet, the danger arrived without warning.
As they entered a seemingly ordinary patch of woods, a shrill whistling of bullets suddenly tore through the silence. Rounds poured in from three different directions like rain, instantly enveloping the team in a hail of gunfire.
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