The endless scent of blood and murderous intent permeated the vast void of the wilderness. The members of the Ghost Hand Team rushed forward quickly. Whenever they saw an enemy corpse, they would fire an extra shot to ensure death. One of the comrades shot a corpse and was about to move forward when the corner of his eye keenly detected the body's movement. This was very unusual. His expression changed dramatically, and he quickly aimed at the opponent's head with another shot. The bullet fired at close range pierced through the face, and blood gushed out. The eyes were wide open, staring dead at the comrade, forever unclosed.
"Playing dead? You're courting death." The comrade lunged forward, scoffing disdainfully, and stripped away all the weapons and equipment from the opponent's body. Upon standing up and looking around, he saw that everyone had already cleaned the battlefield and begun to retreat, so he followed in pursuit.
