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Raymond quickly noticed a car speeding towards them from the direction of eight o'clock. The vehicle was moving at an alarming speed, swaying dangerously as if it could lose control at any moment. Raymond's gaze sharpened instantly; he realized that this car could pose a serious threat to them.
He shouted, "Everyone, focus your fire on that car!" His voice was filled with urgency and authority, quickly reaching the ears of every mercenary. The mercenaries immediately turned their weapons, concentrating all their firepower on the crazily approaching vehicle.
The sound of gunfire erupted once more, bullets raining down on the car like a torrential storm, the clash of steel and gunpowder ringing painfully in the air. The vehicle's exterior was pockmarked in an instant, glass shattering with a loud crack, shards flying everywhere. Yet, the car seemed to completely ignore these attacks, continuing to charge forward at a reckless speed.
A flicker of unease crossed Raymond's eyes; the car's erratic behavior made it impossible for him to predict its next move. Just as he prepared to issue further commands, the vehicle suddenly accelerated violently, its front slamming toward the left side of their truck.
"Damn!" Raymond exclaimed, unable to react further as he watched helplessly as the car barreled toward the side of the truck like a wild beast.
With a deafening crash, the front of the car collided forcefully with the truck's left side. The entire truck shook violently, followed by the piercing sound of metal crashing together. The truck's side crumpled under the impact, tilting precariously as everyone inside lost their balance and was thrown to one side.
Raymond felt a tremendous force coming from the left side of the truck, nearly causing him to lose his footing. The entire truck swayed violently to the right under this force, as if it might topple over at any moment. The mercenaries inside gasped in shock, struggling to regain their balance while their weapons were rendered useless against external threats.
His mind went blank for a moment before battlefield instincts kicked in. He knew that this attack had become even more complicated and dangerous.
As the car slammed into the left side of the truck, it shook violently again; windows shattered from the powerful impact, sending shards flying. The sharp glass rained down inside the vehicle like deadly droplets, slicing through the mercenaries' skin—some were cut and blood began to seep out—but it was that sudden jolt that truly knocked them off balance, throwing them against the opposite side of the cabin.
The mercenaries fell to the ground, their bodies numb and aching from the violent shaking. They tried to get up quickly, but the truck's intense rocking made it impossible for them to steady themselves. The air was filled with sounds of metal clashing, glass breaking, and cries of alarm; chaos and panic seemed to engulf the entire cabin in an instant.
Meanwhile, the car that had crashed into them lost its balance from the violent collision and rolled several times across the ground, its body scraping against the surface with a deafening noise. As it continued to flip over, items and passengers inside were ruthlessly ejected from it; metal collided harshly with asphalt, sparks flying everywhere. Finally, with a screeching sound of twisted metal, it came to a stop—but only for a moment before erupting into a massive explosion.
"Boom!" A tremendous fireball shot into the sky as shockwaves from the blast rattled the surrounding air; waves of heat surged forth, igniting nearby vegetation instantly. Flames engulfed that vehicle while thick smoke billowed upwards as if trying to consume this chaotic battlefield entirely.
Jonas felt the vehicle come to a sudden stop, the violent shaking finally ceasing. He quickly scrambled to his feet, his voice laced with urgency and concern as he shouted, "Is anyone hurt? Report the situation!"
The mercenaries were also struggling to rise, their heads spinning and bodies aching from the impact. They swiftly checked themselves and their comrades for injuries. After a moment, several mercenaries reported, "Just some scrapes and bruises, nothing serious!"
Hearing this, Jonas felt a slight easing of the tension in his heart, but he remained on high alert. He knew that while this incident had not resulted in severe casualties, they were still in an extremely dangerous environment, vulnerable to another attack at any moment. He quickly scanned the interior of the vehicle to ensure everyone was ready to continue fighting, then took a deep breath and calmly said, "Everyone stay alert and prepare to move forward!"
He understood that time was of the essence; every second on this battlefield could mean life or death, and they needed to seize every opportunity to regain control of the situation. Although the recent crash had thrown them into temporary chaos, Jonas knew that only calmness and decisiveness could lead them out of this perilous predicament.
As time passed, the gunfire outside gradually diminished, as if the attackers' firepower was beginning to wane. Raymond peered through the shattered window, carefully observing the situation outside. He could faintly see enemies in the underbrush retreating, perhaps because their losses in this battle had exceeded their expectations. The vehicle continued to drive along the now slightly calmer jungle road, trying to take advantage of this brief respite.
Raymond quickly conducted a headcount, his face still bearing the calmness honed on the battlefield. His weapon was ready at hand for any potential danger. "Count confirmed; everyone is still here," he reported coolly, though a hint of lingering tension colored his voice.
Jonas glanced at the other team members inside the vehicle, a complex mix of emotions swelling within him. Allison had already stood up; despite a bruise on her forehead, she quickly shifted into medical mode and hurried over to check on the mercenaries' injuries. Her movements were skilled and professional as her fingers deftly rummaged through the first aid kit for necessary supplies. Her tone was gentle yet firm as she tried to stabilize the injured's emotions.
Isabella appeared somewhat disoriented, her face pale and fear flickering in her eyes. She attempted to keep herself composed, but her usual calm confidence seemed fragile after this sudden attack. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to sit back down, gripping the chair tightly as if it would prevent her from being overwhelmed by fear.
Samuel had completely fainted, his body slumped against one side of the vehicle. His complexion was ashen, brows furrowed as if he couldn't escape his inner terror and pressure even in unconsciousness. Jonas approached him and gently tapped his cheek in an attempt to wake him up, but Samuel remained unresponsive; it was clear that the shock of battle had utterly shattered his nerves.
Mocus leaned against his forehead with one hand while slumping in his seat. His face was pale, beads of sweat dripping from his brow; he clearly hadn't recovered from the earlier chaos. His breathing was rapid, and he looked utterly exhausted as if he might crumble at any moment. His gaze was still somewhat vacant, fingers trembling slightly—evidence of his inner fear and helplessness.
Jonas took all of this in, understanding that this team had endured too much torment; both their physical and mental pressures had reached their limits. However, he also knew that this mission was far from over; unknown dangers and challenges lay ahead. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to bury all emotions deep within; he had to remain calm and strong to lead this team forward.
"We have to keep moving," Jonas murmured softly to himself before looking up at everyone and saying firmly, "Stay alert; we are still in danger." His tone was steady and resolute as he tried to instill in each person a sense of strength that would support them in continuing onward.
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