Blades were drawn in an instant, and the two sides clashed violently.
At this range, firearms were useless; it was all about speed and brute strength. Before a gun could even be raised, it would be kicked out of hand.
Fortunately, Mira and her companions were incredibly skilled fighters, and the dozens of special forces operatives were equally formidable.
Master Ellis, along with Mira and Owen, dropped enemies with a single kick each, immediately following up by spraying a powerful sedative straight into their faces. If the distance was right, they didn't even need to kick—they just sprayed them directly.
Because it was a chaotic melee, the spray couldn't be used indiscriminately; they had to carefully aim at the enemy's faces to avoid friendly fire.
The trio each had a soldier trailing them, tasked specifically with finishing off the fallen enemies.
In just a few minutes, all hundred-plus combatants were eliminated.
On Mira's side, there were zero fatalities, though three or four soldiers had sustained minor injuries. Mira handed them specialized coagulant and fresh bandages.
Everyone had training in field medicine, and with their comrades helping, the wounds were quickly bound.
"What kind of weapon were you using just now? It's incredibly effective!"
York asked.
"It's a compact, military-grade knockout spray."
Because they had brought a limited supply—each person was only allowed one large suitcase through customs—they hadn't been able to pack much.
Any more luggage would have aroused suspicion.
They gave one set to Hank Whitlock, leaving just enough for the three of them to use.
Luckily, the formula was highly concentrated; a single mist was enough to drop a man instantly.
As the vanguard moved toward the hospital entrance, the EOD team's equipment suddenly beeped. "There's a bomb behind the door."
"Those lunatics."
York ground out through his teeth.
If the bomb at the main door detonated, it wouldn't just kill Mira's team; it would also cause catastrophic damage to the people and equipment inside the hospital.
"Do we detonate it?"
York looked at Master Ellis.
He nodded. "If this door is rigged, the others will be too. We split up and detonate them simultaneously."
"But we only have a few dozen people. If we divide our forces, they could easily pick us off one by one."

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