Chapter 647 Fight Our Way Out

• The guys shoved to the front as “cannon fodder” were pissed, but they knew better than to defy orders. Under Captain Shelton’s sharp stare, they steeled themselves and pushed into the smoke-choked villa room.
• Inside, smoke burned the nose and throat. That rocket had hit hard—almost turned the whole room into a burning ocean. Under the wash of fire, everything was ash.
• They crunched over the shattered, scorched floor, forcing themselves to breathe through the sting while they checked every corner, every hideout spot, eyes tight and wary.