The dim moonlight revealed a person clad in dark, tactical gear; his face obscured by a gas mask with a sleek, reflective visor.
In his hand, he carried a rifle equipped with a night-vision scope, while several magazines and clips were strapped to his sides.
A pistol was also holstered on their right leg, while a dagger rested on the left.
Neo measured the distance carefully and waited for the mysterious figure to get closer, but the mercenary stopped 6 meters away.
At this distance, any movement from Neo would get him shot before he could even make a move.
'I can do this. I don't think he knows about me,'
The fact that the mercenary had approached him instead of immediately opening fire meant he wasn't in immediate danger of being shot—at least, not yet.