The night remained morose. The smoke from the oil lamp swirled in the air of the quiet village. Even the hounds dared not make a single peep, adding to the eerieness of the atmosphere.
Swash!
The dagger quietly slit a throat, ripping the main artery apart. The victim's death cry was shut down at the throat as blood spewed. Another soldier had fallen.
Five seconds later, Tang Ling let go of the soldier that he killed. Then, he wiped the dagger on his body and tossed it about before he sheathed it at his waist.
This would be the last target. Tang Ling picked up the walkie-talkie without any expression. He then feigned an agitated and nervous tone, saying, "Captain, something's up. We discovered a suspect that seems to be our target, but he fought back strongly. Rief and Olair are gone while the suspect is injured. Damn it! What should I do now!? I must stay here. This is a huge credit, so I decided to call you first, Captain."