Just as the deputy commander anxiously led the others in pursuit of the direction where Xu Lin and his companion had vanished, a silent slaughter quietly unfolded on the rooftop. Thomas, Anna, Martin, and Mark—four figures hidden in the shadows of the rooftop—looked like ghosts, their sharp, falcon-like eyes already locked onto their respective targets. Their actions began like the cogs of a precision timepiece, methodical and orderly, as they embarked on this bloody "harvesting journey."
Their targets were clearly defined, the result of a tacit understanding forged through long periods of cooperation. Each of them focused on the enemy closest to their own position, completely eliminating the chaos of multiple people shooting at the same individual. Every bullet was like an emissary sent by the Grim Reaper, carrying a fatal mission.
The members of the Assassination Battalion remaining in the courtyard were entirely focused on bandaging the wounds of their fallen comrades. Blood streamed from their palms down to the ground; some furrowed their brows in concentration, some wore expressions of deep sympathy, and others sneered. Yet, they had no inkling that the shadow of death was already hovering over their heads. Suddenly, four crisp gunshots shattered the tense and oppressive atmosphere of the courtyard. Four bullets streaked across the sky like shooting stars, striking their targets with absolute precision. In an instant, four men collapsed into pools of blood without warn…
Chapter 51