Another Hydra member crouched behind a tree, his face pale. He belonged to Hydra, but he wasn't part of a suicide squad. After seeing what had happened to his teammate, fear slowly ate away at him.
Where?
Damn it, where's the enemy?
He was in a dense forest. From his experience, the enemy couldn't be very far away, or all the tangled branches and tree trunks would have blocked the bullets.
A drop of cold sweat fell from his forehead onto the grass. Suddenly, his sixth sense warned him of danger. He lunged forward in an ungainly dive and scrambled behind another tree. What he didn't know was that Yang Bo stood just a few meters away, watching his performance.
"Heh, pretty entertaining!"
Yang Bo decided to give him a dignified end. Still invisible, he walked up behind the man, raised his hand, and brought a vicious chop down on the back of his neck.
A dull thud rang out, but contrary to Yang Bo's expectations, the man merely stumbled and fell to the ground. He didn't lose consciousness.
"Fuck, movies really are full of shit!"
The enemy reacted quickly, swinging his gun around and pulling the trigger at the space behind him. But Yang Bo had been ready and had already moved away. He took the baseball bat he used specifically against vampires out of his inventory and swung it hard at the man's head.
A very crisp crack rang out.
This time, the enemy couldn't hold on any longer. His eyes closed, and he passed out. Yang Bo stroked the baseball bat and said, "This really does work better!"
Dragging him with one hand, Yang Bo tossed him near the entrance, then took off the man's earpiece and put it in his own ear. Unfortunately, no sound came