The mercenaries were equipped with strong weapons.

Moreover, they had headlamps. Their lights shone brightly, illuminating the dark and giving off the illusion of daylight.

James knew he had to shoot. Otherwise, they would die if the enemies got close.

He aimed his gun.

Bang!

He decided to shoot.

A gunshot resounded, taking down one of the men nearby.

“Seek cover!” A voice roared in the dark.

The whole team quickly found cover and hid from sight.

James dared not make any rash moves after firing a shot.

He knew they were experienced mercenaries who could quickly pinpoint his location. If he fired again, he would be asking for a shower of gunfire in return.

James backed away and hid behind a rock.

He only had one chance at survival, and that was to seize the opponent’s weapon.

It would be a cinch if he were healthy. However, he was not. A sense of helplessness brewed in his heart.

The enemies had turned off their lights due to his earlier fire. Despite that, he could hear