Chapter 781 Making A Move
"Go, look for them! They’re all heavily injured, probably dying by now. We just need to find their bodies and bring them back to the boss. He’ll have his fun with that motherfucker before sending him to hell. After all, that bastard still has that pretty face—wouldn’t be a waste to have some fun with it, even if he’s already dead. His ass will still work just fine."
The words came out like venom, dripping with vile intent, and the man laughed cruelly.
Hera’s blood turned to fire at the sound of those words. She clenched her fist so tightly that her nails dug into her palm, her entire body trembling with rage.
Without thinking, she wanted to charge in, tear that bastard’s tongue out, and make him regret ever speaking about Leo like that. But she knew she couldn’t—she had to stay calm. Her fury, though, burned through her like an unrelenting storm.
The enemies’ laughter rang out, loud and carefree, as if they were completely unaware of the danger that silently surrounded them. They didn’t even notice that they had already been trapped, flanked by their unseen enemies.
Instead of grouping together in smaller, more strategic teams, they wandered aimlessly through the area, their movements disorganized. They poked their rifles through the tall, tangled grass, unaware of how exposed they were.
One of the men, spotting a half-dead rabbit twitching weakly in the grass, grinned cruelly. He shoved the barrel of his rifle into the gaping wound the rabbit had sustained from the earlier explosions.
The rabbit convulsed, its life fading away in agonizing spasms. The man laughed, an ugly, mocking sound, as if the sight brought him pure amusement.
As if that wasn’t enough, he pressed the muzzle of his rifle directly to the rabbit’s head, and with a savage grin, he pulled the trigger.