Bab 172: Chapter 172: Jett's Back

The aftermath of the soldiers' attack left the air thick with tension. The destructive force of their combined attacks had landed squarely, but not on Jett. Instead, John lay sprawled on the ground, smoke rising from his scorched armor and blood dripping from several cuts.

"What the…?" One soldier stammered, his eyes wide in disbelief.

"Did we... just hit him?" another whispered, taking a shaky step back.

John groaned in pain as he struggled to sit up. His face twisted in agony and confusion. "What...? How did I get here?" he screamed, clutching his injured side.

The soldiers remained rooted in place, their expressions a mix of horror and bewilderment.

John's breathing grew ragged as he glanced around, his confusion quickly morphing into fury. "Where is she? I had her in my arms, damn it!" He bellowed, slamming his fist into the ground.

"Who?" one of the soldiers dared to ask hesitantly.