"Man down! Raul is down! Raul is down!"
Griffel shouted into the radio while crawling next to Raul, then lifted his helmet.
The blood and some tofu-like substance all flowed out.
Griffel's hand, which had been reaching for the medical kit, stopped.
Chris asked him, "How is Raul?!"
Griffel froze for two seconds, steadied his rapid breathing, and then calmly replied, "He's dead."
"Damn Hunter!"
Chris no longer had time to save Raul. He took Raul's spotting scope and crawled back to the entrance, then cautiously aligned the lens bit by bit to peer outside.
Unfortunately, he found nothing.
Looking at the dense cluster of buildings in front of him, he felt somewhat desperate.
"I can't find him!"
"The shots came from the southwest! How far approximately!?"
"At least a kilometer away! The sound has already faded a lot!"
Now, Chris had to quickly estimate the distance; he needed to locate the enemy.
One kilometer...