However, just as his satellite communication with Kote was not fully finished and they were discussing the details of the specific material list—
"Boss! Boss! Emergency call! It's Mans Squad! Something has happened to them!"
The communications soldier responsible for manning the tactical radio suddenly jumped out of his chair like he was burned, his voice sharp and piercing from extreme tension, instantly interrupting the satellite conversation.
Sanders' heart sank suddenly, a cold chill shot from his tailbone to the top of his head, making all his hair stand on end.
He didn't even have time to say "hold on" to Kote; he grabbed the transmitter from the communications soldier's hand and almost yelled:
"This is Sanders! Mans! Report your situation! Report immediately!"
A few minutes ago, about twelve kilometers outside Hulmatu City, along a stretch of deserted ancient road covered with rubble and sand.
