"Quick, run that way, into the valley! There's a cave over there! You can get through!"
Damir led his men, desperately running with Curtis in the opposite direction of the firefight.
At this moment, they were like a flock of sheep chased by two hungry wolves.
Only after running about a kilometer did Damir's heart slightly calm down.
"These damn Americans!"
He gasped for air, his tone sounding both like cursing and a sigh of relief.
"Boss, it seems the gunfire has stopped over there..."
One of his men reminded Damir.
Damir listened carefully.
Indeed, he didn't hear any more gunshots.
This wasn't good news.
It meant that either Aduman and Ades had died.
Or they had eliminated those two special soldiers.
The problem was...
The likelihood of the latter was close to zero.
"They are martyrs..."
Damir clenched his teeth with hatred.
