"F*ck..."
"Oh, God!"
"He... he... he..."
Everyone reacted differently, but only Andy dared to swear profanely in front of Old Bai.
The intelligence had long stated that Mad Dog was formidable in close combat, and everyone knew that Mad Dog was an excellent sharpshooter, but just how formidable and how good his shooting was, remained abstract without a concrete image in mind.
Today, Gao Guang had established that image for them.
There is an eight-hour time difference between Greece and the United States; it is evening in Greece but morning in the U.S. Old Bai had postponed an important meeting, only to watch Mad Dog go on another killing spree before him.
This time, Andy understood what it meant to be invincible in close combat. Suddenly, he felt that the failure of the first attack was not so hard to accept.
