A mercenary suddenly appeared from my side, knife in hand, lunging towards my ribs.
This guy must have been hiding in the dark for ages. He didn't have the guts to go for a kill shot, waiting until I was just about to open fire before jumping out for a sneak attack.
But, strangely, his knife wasn't aimed at my throat or chest.
The enemy's repeated use of these non-lethal attacks made me even more sure that they were trying to capture everyone on the island alive.
I gripped the machine gun tightly and spun sharply towards the mercenary.
The barrel of the gun slammed into the mercenary's face just as I pulled the trigger.
The 7.62mm bullets ripped into his shoulder at point-blank range, shredding it to pieces in an instant.
The mercenary's arm was torn from his shoulder, followed by h
