"Fuck! What do we do now?!" Matthews' face turned ashen.
Snipers were almost always the focus of training within every mercenary group.
They were used both to deal with High Rank Transcendents and to suppress the opposing snipers.
As the saying goes among gunners, "Only a sniper can take out another sniper."
With two snipers dead this time, both he and Andrea would definitely face criticism and punishment from the main corps, unavoidable.
"You're the fucking Squad Leader of a mercenary corps!" Andrea erupted, losing all decorum as he roared, "And you're asking who should do what? Ask your mother!"
"What's wrong with me venting, damn it?" Matthews retorted, "Don't you give a damn that your snipers are dead? What are we going to do next?"
"Call up the sniper reserves!" Andrea thundered, "If that doesn't work, then the spotters will have to step up!"
At those words, the heart of every sniper in the reserves from the two mercenary groups raced with trepidation.
