Immediately after, mercenary after mercenary leaped from the helicopter. Their equipment was largely similar: each carried an assault rifle slung across their back—some AK-47s, some M16s, others HK-416s. A few carried sniper rifles, while others lugged rocket launchers or heavy machine guns. An aura of lethal intent emanated from each of them.
The mercenaries quickly assembled on the lawn, forming two neat rows. Their postures were rigid, their gazes cold. Finally, a woman with short hair jumped down from the helicopter. Her hair was clean and sharp, every strand radiating cold-blooded ruthlessness. Her stern face remained devoid of any unnecessary expression. Unlike the men, she had an Asian face—eyes of moderate size, a high-bridged nose, and a full lower lip that pouted ever so slightly. Her upper lip formed an "M" shape, the perfectly defined cupid's bow carrying a hint of dangerous allure.
She strode toward the formation with a steady, resolute gait. Though she appeared petite compared to the men, her entire presence was chilling and merciless.
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