Zhao Ling grunted, her eyes fixed on the knife that had pierced through her body, her face was filled with resentment and unwillingness.
Then, the knife was swiftly withdrawn, and she cried out with a grunt, but was quickly tossed aside by a large mechanical hand grabbing her head.
In Wei Tianyang's field of view, he saw two soldiers donning power armor.
The soldiers looked at him emotionlessly and were concurrently speaking with someone on the other end of the communication terminal:
"The attack was successful, yes, all three have lost their mobility. Execute on the spot?"
The soldier fell silent for a moment, then nodded his head and said "Understood." He then grabbed Wei Tianyang by the collar and hoisted him onto his shoulder.
Wei Tianyang saw Zhao Ling lying sideways on the ground, her blood had spilled everywhere, and two infantrymen wearing only standard combat gear were stepping on her shoulder to check if she was dead.
