Time ticked by, and with a beep from the bomb, the display went dark.
"Whew-" Feilanz wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long breath.
The other two sighed in relief as well. After all, if Feilanz had made a mistake and set off the bomb, everyone would have died.
"Good thing I haven't gotten rusty." A brilliant smile spread across Feilanz's face, but the next second, his ears twitched.
Tap, tap, tap.
Footsteps gradually approached from the far end of the empty underground corridor.
"Someone's coming." Feilanz hurriedly took his earpiece back from Fat Auntie.
Hearing this, Ye Xunzhi's eyes shifted:
"I remember these mercenaries all wore black hoods. With what you're wearing now, do you think you can blend in?"
"It's a little risky, but it should be fine."
Feilanz pulled a black mask from his pocket. He had stripped it off that man's head after knocking him unconscious earlier.
He had originally thought it might save his life in a crisis. He hadn't expected to need it now.
He hurriedly pulled on the hood, deftly restored and packed away his tools, then kicked them into a corner.
They landed with a loud clang.
Feilanz quickly told the three of them, "Don't give me away. Act like you've never met me, understand?"
The three looked awful with fear, but they nodded anyway.
At a time like this, none of them wanted to die. Feilanz's arrival was undoubtedly their lifeline. Anyone else could die, but not him.
Almost the instant he finished speaking, a figure rushed over, submachine gun raised and ready to fire. Then the mercenary froze at the scene inside.
One of their "own men" was brutally stepping on the old man, cursing nonstop in English:
"Noise, noise, noise! Keep yelling, will you? I'll