The death of their two comrades jolted the remaining team members from their psychological oppression, and they frantically moved their stiff bodies, shooting at Zhu Haomiao like madmen to vent their inner fear and anger.
"Ahhhhh! Fxxx you!!"
"Son of a bitch!"
"Come on! Bastard!"
Dadadadada~~
A dense metallic storm covered an area of dozens of meters. However, before they could pull the trigger, Zhu Haomiao had already shot forward like a black flash, foresightly catapulting into their midst.
Dadada~
Bullets chasing his silhouette hit their own men along the way. Even with armor protection, a few unlucky ones trembled violently on the spot.
"Precise shooting! Melee combat! Stop firing blindly!!"
Mid-air, Muriel Frankel issued a stern reprimand on the internal channel, stopping her team members from their foolish actions.
But she also knew that the team members had to express and suppress their inner fear, or they'd collapse from within without the enemy's help!
