"Looking for this?" A Mexican soldier stepped out from the shadows, holding a linked explosive device, its wires neatly cut.
"Your World War II tricks need an update."
The last psychological defense collapsed.
The leader roared wildly, shoved the terrified John aside, picked up his assault rifle, and fired madly toward the spotlight, fighting like a cornered beast.
"Da da da..."
At least three sniper rifles fired simultaneously. The leader's arms and legs were broken almost instantaneously by bullets, and the assault rifle flew out of his hands. He screamed and fell into a pool of blood, writhing like a fish with its bones removed.
The other two C team members, seeing the hopeless situation, exchanged a glance and immediately turned their guns on themselves, aiming at their temples.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two gunshots, and red and white matter splattered all over the ground. Crisp, decisive.
