章 552: Birds of a Feather

The six SEALs were searching for the villagers like madmen. With their night vision goggles on, they were like feline predators hunting in the dark. The villagers who thought they had hidden well under cover of the night were quickly found and shot dead.

Half an hour later, the villagers' bodies were strewn across the ground. Driven by rage, these SEALs had shot them all to death in a flurry of executions. Many of them had been shot at least twice, and some of them even suffered a dozen shots. The bodies were just like pieces of burned tomatoes--too badly singed and mangled to be recognized.