He saw at least eight figures wearing desert camouflage and black masks slowly approaching from all directions.
Their movements were professional and coordinated, advancing with alternating cover, clearly at a Special Forces level.
"Crow, Mountain Eagle, prepare to break through!" Scarface decided to make a last effort, "I'll count to three; rush together towards the northwest. There are the fewest enemies there!"
"One, two—"
"Three!"
The three of them leaped out from behind cover simultaneously, firing as they ran toward their surroundings.
Mountain Eagle's HK416 spewed fire, the bullets hitting two of the approaching figures, but they only staggered slightly, evidently wearing heavy bulletproof vests.
What answered them was not gunfire, but a strange "whoosh" sound.
Scarface felt a sharp pain in his thigh and looked down to see a syringe-like object embedded in his leg. A tranquilizer dart?
His vision started to blur, and his limbs became weak.
