The night is haunted by specters, and the warlords' private soldiers patrolling the square barely have time to see anything, or they miss the chance to react while carrying their rifles, getting knocked down one after another, dragged into the darkness around the square.
Around the square, Wild Banana Forest is everywhere. Without careful scrutiny, it's hard to tell what's going on inside.
These patrol soldiers quickly disappear without a trace.
The whole scene has no major movements or sounds, showcasing tactical efficiency and action.
Of course, it was all planned in advance. To deal with these patrol soldiers, the Jungle Assault Team took a one-to-one approach. Each person handled one soldier, swift and neat, leaving no loose ends.
Once the patrol soldiers were dealt with, the next step was initiated.
Beside the four bonfires, those private soldiers who were still drinking and partying, drunkenly slumped down, some were still eating and drinking, loudly clamoring.
