Shao Bing felt this deeply. Leaving aside anything else, back then, Jiang Yan Hai had faced their three combat teams alone. The final result had simply been too horrible to look at.
He had only made an offhand remark. Now that Black Lion had explained, he said nothing more.
Jiang Yan Hai slung the Sniper Rifle over his back. The Barrett M500 was somewhat shorter than the M82A1. It might affect an ordinary person's combat ability, but it made no difference to Jiang Yan Hai.
With his physical stamina, carrying one extra rifle would not add any burden. Still, he did not bring much ammunition—one loaded magazine and one spare, twenty rounds in total.
He also asked them for an Assault Rifle. This time, he brought more magazines: five in total, one hundred and fifty rounds.
Other than that, he carried High-Explosive Grenades, a pistol and pistol magazines, and a dagger.
"Alright, I'm heading out." After equipping himself, Jiang Yan Hai left those words behind and charged downstairs.
"I'm starting to sympathize with the enemy. Sometimes, when we're on the battlefield, I feel like we're the ones holding him back." Black Lion could not help sighing as he watched Jiang Yan Hai leave the building, crouch low, and rapidly advance toward the enemy.
Leng Feng and Shao Bing exchanged a calm glance. Both of them felt the same way, and they knew that Technician might be holding him back. Otherwise, letting him loose might be even more terrifying.
At that moment, Jiang Yan Hai truly felt like a dragon returning to the sea. When others were around him, there were some abilities he could not use.
But now that he had rushed out, there were things he no longer needed to hide.
For example, the instant Jiang Yan Hai vaulted