Jiang Yan Hai and the others were speechless. You could forget something like that? You really were an exasperating little darling.
The gift Zakayev mentioned naturally could not have been a birthday present or a gift between old friends who had not met in years.
Jiang Yan Hai and the others immediately prepared for battle. "Sparrow, we're heading out. Get ready to provide support," Jiang Yan Hai said.
"Understood!" Sparrow's voice rang out.
As soon as Sparrow finished speaking, the team members at the other positions immediately intensified their firepower. Jiang Yan Hai and the others threw open the door and charged out.
"Rat-a-tat-tat!" The instant he rushed out, Jiang Yan Hai raised his gun and fired a two- or three-round burst. The head of a terrorist who had just picked up an RPG was instantly blown apart.
Price and the others behind him rushed out one after another. Jiang Yan Hai did not hold back. There was no need to think about it—Zakayev's gift would definitely leave them utterly stunned.
So the longer they stayed here, the more dangerous it would be. If he remembered correctly, those bastards had Ballistic Missiles! Though they probably would not drop a Ballistic Missile just to kill a few of them.
But if these terrorists still had any humanity, could they even be called terrorists? Besides, the micro-robot retrieved from Assad's head had already proved one thing: their minds were abnormal. Who knew what such fanatics might do?
A missile coming down on them was hardly unimaginable.
There were only thirty or forty terrorists left in the village. Though they kept closing in from all sides, with Jiang Yan Hai serving as the assault force, they posed practically no threat. Well, not exactly no threat.
It could only be said that Jiang Yan