Tut-tut~
Tut-tut-tut!
A neck shot, the muscle tissue was blown right out.
John McTavish waved his hand, and dozens of members from Squad 141, working in pairs, began to push into the buildings near the "Goldlo Building," with the Special Forces aiming to seize the advantageous spaces.
"Breach!"
He shouted, and a lieutenant from behind him approached with a bomb, sticking it to the wall's edge by the window. Those nearby swiftly turned their heads away, and with a boom, a huge hole was blasted open.
Damn.
Russian blasting technique.
Two men jumped through, just in time to see gang members who heard the noise rushing out from the side. They raised their guns and sprayed fire.
"Clear."
John McTavish kicked open a door, threw in a grenade first, and then led his men surging in through the main entrance.
