The camp was littered with armed personnel lying on the ground.
Song Heping glanced around and then turned to Jiang Feng, "Go drag that guy out."
"Alright."
Jiang Feng seemed eager to do so.
He was actually quite curious to see the effects of these anesthetics.
Even hiding in the car earlier, he couldn't avoid inhaling trace amounts of gas, and even a trace amount had already affected Abdul.
Jiang Feng went to drag the person, while Song Heping went directly to an armed individual, kicked away his gun, and then placed his hand beneath the man's nostrils.
The breathing was very weak.
But still, the person wasn't dead.
He stood up and shot the person as a follow-up.
Bang—
Then he turned to face another armed individual.
This time, upon checking, he found there was no breath.
He checked four similarly.
It turned out two were dead, while two still had weak breathing.
"This drug is really potent..."
He shuddered a little as he touched his gas mask.
