I leaped onto the ropes hanging from the choppers, climbing up at impossible speed. Inside the first helicopter, I grabbed the pilot by the throat and crushed his windpipe before throwing him out. The second pilot barely had time to scream before I drove my fist through his chest.
The choppers began spinning wildly and crashed into the trees with loud explosions.
Back on the ground, I continued the massacre. I tore a soldier's head clean off his shoulders and used it to bash another man's face in. Blood sprayed across the walls as I moved like lightning — breaking limbs, crushing throats, and snapping necks in rapid succession.
In less than a few seconds, over thirty elite soldiers lay dead on the floor in a sea of broken bodies.
The only ones left alive were Vincent, Ryan, Linda, and Selena — standing frozen in absolute horror and disbelief as they realized their entire elite rescue team had been annihilated in the blink of an eye.
