Chapter 289: Catching Prey by Divination, Abel Bows His Head!

At Cleo Zuniga's sharp command, the Phoenix Special Forces behind her surged forward like tigers charging down a mountain. They moved as fast as lightning, their coordination seamless. Two operators cut off the kitchen exit. The rest shot forward like drawn blades, driving straight at the cluster of chefs. Those Rusian martial artists whipped out short blades and pistols, trying to put up a fight. But against true special forces elites, they were like twigs trying to stop a truck. Figures flashed....