Severely Injured? In Dire Straits?

Of the more than sixty Camorra guards that had charged into the basement, only twenty or so remained.

That's not enough! I haven't been injured enough! Luke thought to himself.

If he didn't act more pitifully, these guards would definitely withdraw.

In less than ten minutes, forty of their companions had died. Only those with abnormal brains wouldn't be afraid.

Fortunately, the half of the team whom he had let off just now did their part.

They used the comms to let the only two full teams left know that the assassin was injured in his lower abdomen and left leg, and he was headed toward the underground exit in the southwest to escape. They had to stop him.

Luke listened to their conversation through his wireless earpiece as he headed toward the last two teams with Sharp Nose and Elementary Sound Wave.

The two sides approached from two passageways at a ninety-degree angle.