The night is as dark as ink, and the depths of the Southeast Asian rainforest are as sultry as a steamer, with mosquitoes roaring unbridled. The four members of the Death Team, Su Mingxuan, Hawkeye, Ghost, Stinger, and Iron Shield, were like cheetahs blending into the darkness, in a standard tactical formation, with dead leaves under their feet making almost no sound.
Hawkeye looked through the lens of the thermal imager, his voice was very low, and he sent it to the channel through the bone conduction headphones: "At two o'clock, there is a person on the top of the sentry tower, the heat signal is stable. At eleven o'clock, there are two moving heat sources, swimming whistle. Complete."
"Ghost, Stinger, deal with the one in the sentry tower. Iron Shield, follow me, deal with the moving target." Su Mingxuan's voice was calm and the instructions were clear, "Synchronize the timing and act."
"Roger that."
"Understood."
After a few seconds of silence, two slight airflow sounds, almost covered by the chirping of insects, sounded, like fabric being torn apart quickly. Hawkeye whispered again: "The sentry tower target has been cleared. The swimming sentry has been resolved. The perimeter is clean."
"Proceed as planned." Su Mingxuan ordered.
