Number 8 had begun to realize that fighting Zhang Heng inside the castle was probably not a wise decision.
They had only been inside for ten minutes, yet they had already lost nearly half their men. Although they still held the advantage in numbers, the successive losses of Number 2 and Number 3 gave Number 8 a terrible sense that things were going badly.
Although this operation had the support of two Federal Police squads, Number 8 knew full well that the only people he could truly rely on were the two companions beside him. Every Emergency Response Squad member whose designation began with zero was a combat genius proficient in every discipline and capable of operating alone. They were far beyond ordinary Federal Police officers. Even though tonight's two squads were elites among the Federal Police, their role in a battle of this level was limited. They could only provide support; the three Emergency Response Squad members were the ones who would truly decide the course of the fight.
That had been Number 8's assessment before, but now even he was beginning to waver. Zhang Heng had dealt with his two companions cleanly and efficiently, without making the slightest sound. He was like a ghost hidden in the smoke. What Number 8 could not understand was how Zhang Heng, even with a thermal detector, could track the movements of so many people so accurately while moving through the smoke as though it did not affect him at all.
Moreover, he had now realized that his being the last survivor among the three Emergency Response Squad members was no accident. Compared to Number 2 and Number 3, he had been hit twice by a sniper rifle before. His skills and mobility had both been compromised, which was why Zhang Heng