Scott Sullivan's smile faded. He walked over to Nathaniel Nathan and said, "I got all the intel. The situation is dire. They've hired a team of three hundred mercenaries from abroad, but our squad only has twenty men."
"If it were one-on-one, they wouldn't need us," Nathaniel Nathan's tone was cold, his eyes glinting with a bloodthirsty chill. "Twenty of us are more than enough to deal with these depraved scumbags."
A flicker of excitement also appeared in Scott Sullivan's eyes. 'That's right,' he thought. 'When we're deployed, we always win against overwhelming odds. In a dense forest like this, having more people isn't necessarily an advantage.'
Besides, a mission led by Nathaniel Nathan had never failed. He felt a faint thrill of anticipation, wondering what kind of plan Nathaniel would come up with this time.
