As the company guard squad fired back fiercely, the radio operator inside the car was shouting at the radio equipment, "Headquarters, this is Project Transport Team NF1903. We're under attack at the midpoint of Desert Stone Road T61, requesting backup! Repeat, requesting backup!"
After the operator finished shouting, there was no response on the radio, only static.
He cursed under his breath, then yelled to the guards outside the window, "There's an electromagnetic jamming device nearby, communications are cut off! These people came prepared!"
The guard soldier swore, "It must be those damned mercenaries again! When we get back to headquarters, they're getting flipped upside down!"
"Too bad you wont get that chance." A cold voice suddenly broke in.
Ou Chenyu had somehow broken through the firing line, charging straight into the formation, delivering a thunderous whip kick to the guard soldier's head.
