Chapter 8 (Revised Edition)

As YN’s unsettling intuition had foretold, Graves was indeed caught in a dire predicament. This was the first time since founding the Shadow Company that he had found himself in such a passive situation during a mission.

The terrorists were exceptionally cunning. After completely severing the communication signals of the two special forces squads, they herded the Shadow Team and the 141st Special Forces closer to an abandoned nearby town, preparing to pick them off one by one.

Their firepower relentlessly suppressed the two squads. Under such circumstances, Graves had no choice but to lead his Shadow Team and the 141st Special Forces to retreat into the deserted town.

Fortunately, when planning the operation, Graves had taken this town into account, committing its terrain and layout thoroughly to memory.

The enemy forces outnumbered the two squads slightly. Rather than face total annihilation, both teams unanimously decided that the only viable option was to scatter and escape individually.

The town, ravaged by war, was devoid of any intact buildings or signs of life. The only sounds that occasionally echoed were those of gunfire.

Using the low houses and shattered walls as cover, the battle-hardened Shadow Team and 141st Special Forces found no difficulty in evading capture under these conditions.

Ghost: “Shadow-1, we have safely withdrawn.”

Graves: “Received.”

Now positioned at the town’s center, Graves directed the dispersed shadows, providing cover for the four 141st Special Forces operatives as they retreated.

Upon receiving confirmation that the 141st had withdrawn safely, Graves leaned against a broken wall to catch his breath. His golden-brown hair was tousled, and without a tactical helmet, dust from exploded walls had settled lightly atop his head. The continuous fighting had left the blue of his eyes bloodshot with a web of red veins.

After a brief rest, they would have to break through the encirclement again.

Graves gazed thoughtfully upward toward the near-dusk sky.

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The Shadow Team’s mission site lay 200 kilometers from their base.

Because this operation had been undertaken without orders, they hadn’t chosen to travel by helicopter.

Shadow-O’s driving skills were exceptional; even on muddy roads, he raced swiftly.

YN hadn’t ridden shotgun at such speed in a long time, biting her lip tightly to avoid injuring her tongue on any jolts.

Shadow-A sat in the back seat of the off-road vehicle, arms crossed over his rifle, feigning boredom as he glanced through the rearview mirror.

In truth, he was watching YN.

For support, YN had donned a full set of black combat gear found in the tent of a Sergeant from the 141st Special Forces nicknamed “Apple Dog.” All the equipment belonged to the Shadow Team.

To be honest, seeing the cleaning lady now clad in this gear, she looked every bit like a member of the Shadow Team.

The Apple Dog sergeant wasn’t as tall as some of the female soldiers in the Shadow Team, but when it came to fighting and handling weapons, he was ruthless.

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