So he suppressed his breath, changed into camouflage military gear, slung a shotgun on his back, and took a machete in hand to lead the way.
The other two were frontline operatives. Tequila didn't say a word, carrying a machine gun and two rifles, and tagging along with a pile of grenades. He had a large-caliber hunting rifle at his waist, dressed up like a jungle outlaw.
Rum followed at the rear, carrying military communication equipment, wearing an Electronic Ghost anti-jamming helmet. She was remotely piloting three old drones about the size of dogs, guarding their rear and flanks, with batteries, ammo, and other supplies strapped to the drones.
The five-kilometer march through rainforest and swamp terrain was quite challenging, but with Li Pan—a superhuman—as their front scout, effortlessly killing snakes and vermin around them with a swipe of his blade, coupled with the shuttle's bat-style drones patrolling overhead, they didn't encounter major issues.
