The enemy was right there, yet he couldn't warn his own side. What kind of feeling was that? It was truly Chen Mo's first time experiencing it.
Right now, he was playing Monroe, one of William's snipers. Naturally, he had to regard this squad of mercenaries as his teammates. But if a few of them were killed or wounded, it meant nothing to him.
They were all white people anyway and had little to do with him. As long as the matter did not involve him, it was fine. However, if too many squad members died, it might affect some of his later plans.
Therefore, he used both his Spiritual Sense and his scope to observe that figure. Yet he did not notify his teammates through the Throat Mic. That counted as a form of inaction.
The person who appeared within Chen Mo's Spiritual Sense was a patrolman arranged by Soka. But because he had a stomachache tonight, after patrolling for a while, he had left the group and run behind a building to answer nature's call.
Just as he was relieving himself, all of William's squad members launched their attack and wiped out every patrolman outside. But because he was behind a building, they had failed to spot him.
This operation had also been rushed, and some special equipment had not been brought along. That was why this fellow had been overlooked.
This patrolman was quite crafty. Hearing the muffled sounds and sensing that something was wrong, he quietly pulled up his pants, picked up his gun, pressed himself against the wall, and slowly moved outward.
Hm! Don't ask why he had not used toilet paper. There was no time to answer that question, and there was no toilet paper anyway. What else could this patrolman have done?
Because