The deafening roar of heavy gunfire aggressively reverberated through the confined subterranean corridor. The harsh, blinding sparks from the massive thermal drilling rig cast erratic, chaotic shadows against the cold concrete walls. The Phantom mercenaries were highly trained, operating with an absolute, terrifying precision, but they were entirely trapped in a fatal bottleneck against the Thorne Syndicate's absolute best.
Viktor did not hesitate following the King's direct command. The towering enforcer aggressively vaulted over a shattered concrete barrier, utilizing the dense, choking smoke as a perfect tactical shield. He flanked the heavily armored defensive perimeter with terrifying, blinding speed. His heavy assault rifle barked in a rapid, highly controlled sequence. Two more Pha
