"Hurry up! Place the explosives here!"
"We need another firepower point here!"
After Wang Canmou left, the members of Falcon remaining in the building immediately sprang into action.
At the same time, a dozen snipers had already concealed themselves in various positions within the building.
"Is it really necessary to be this tense? At least for the short term, nothing will happen here," one of the snipers muttered in a slightly relaxed tone as he slowly brought his eye to the scope. But despite his words, sweat was already pouring down his forehead, and his face was a bit pale.
However, just as he looked outside through the scope, a shadow of a hand suddenly appeared in his eye.
"What is this... thermal sensing?"
Almost at the same moment he realized what was happening, the hand had already reached over and grabbed his hand, just before he could instinctively pull the trigger.
"My... my hand..."
"Crack!"
"Ah!"
