Once Team C had fully geared up, they spread out into a search formation. The captain casually picked a direction and led them into the dense jungle.
The team advanced cautiously. After a while, one member said quietly, "Sending us out to search aimlessly like this feels like a waste of time. They should have provided enough intelligence and drawn up a battle plan before deploying us."
"Borg, this was an order from the President. The Director is anxious. Judging from the battle at the highway rest area, that Chinese man is definitely special-forces level. He's extremely dangerous. The Director didn't dare send anyone else in, so he deployed our HRT directly," another member said.
"Enough, you two. Don't let your guard down during a mission," the team captain said.
"Boss, Yellowstone National Park covers more than 8,000 square kilometers. It's one and a half times the size of Delaware. Do you really think we can run into one person in such a vast area?" Borg asked.
"Headquarters' analysts calculated that he probably hasn't fled too far. The area they've locked down is within these twenty square kilometers," the team captain said.
"Twenty square kilometers is still huge. How could we possibly find him that easily?" Borg said, adjusting the rifle held against his chest.
But just then, Borg's nerves suddenly tightened. A sense of danger rose in his heart, as though he had been targeted by a venomous snake. Years of combat had given soldiers a keen instinct for danger. Borg looked in one direction.
Pfft!
Just as he raised his head, a bullet pierced his skull. Borg dropped instantly, blood spraying across the grass behind him.
The others were startled and immediately threw themselves to the ground.
"Get down! The target has appeared. He has a sniper rifle.