After sending the message, the man known as Cobra ordered his team to press on, but they failed to find any trace of the Three Major Mercenary Corps.
After all, the Zombie horde outbreak had completely erased their tracks. The other side only needed to change direction once, and trying to track them again would be like searching for a needle in a haystack.
"Alright, let's fall back!" Cobra ordered decisively after a fruitless search.
"But... if we go back this hastily, it'll be hard to answer for our performance!" his second-in-command couldn't help but point out.
Their entire operation was being recorded. If they performed poorly and angered the Morgan Conglomerate, no one would be able to protect them.
"I don't tolerate dissent in my squad, even a temporary one. Understand?" As he spoke, Cobra's eyes suddenly narrowed into vertical slits. The skin on his body seemed to shimmer with faint, snake-like scales, and a powerful, sinister aura emanated from him.
