Chapter 226

"Ah—help me…!" "Help, damn it, what is this stuff—agh!" A dozen men thrashed on the ground, trying to put out the burning white phosphorus, but it was useless. They were caught in a living hell—burned alive, bodies twisted in agony. The stench was overwhelming, and the charred remains left nothing to the imagination. Dirk Hart stood off to the side, untouched by the chaos. But as he stared at the horrific scene—the disfigured remains of his colleagues—his eyes turned bloodshot. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" He braced his assault rifle, unloading round after round at Baylor Walter, who was staggering away, gritting his teeth in pain. "Agh!" A bullet hit Baylor in the side, nearly bringing him down. But somehow, he kept running through the searing pain. Dirk wasn’t about to let him go. Teeth clenched, he kept firing furiously. Another shot slammed into Baylor’s left shoulder blade, and that was it—he toppled off the edge of the cliff. Dirk panted hard, face grim, eyes rimmed red as he peered over