A single gunshot shattered the silence. It wasn't aimed at either agent. The bullet struck the corpse between them—or more precisely, the three grenades strapped to it. At point-blank range, the men had no time to even scream before the world dissolved into fire and shrapnel.
Lin Fan dragged himself up from a patch of tall grass, every muscle screaming in protest. He was grievously wounded, bleeding freely, and his stamina was a hollow memory.
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