Chapter 1615:


    The group advanced slowly, gripping their rifles tight, their nerves pulled taut. Every crunch of soil sounded too loud.


    Taylor’s team split off to the sides, taking the front and rear positions to protect Brenna and the others.


    They crouched by the entrance instead of barging in, waiting for Brenna’s signal.


    Above them, a broken security camera dangled from its wire, its lens shattered—someone had shot it out long before they arrived.


    They couldn’t guess what waited inside, and Brenna’s worry for Ethan twisted in her chest.


    She unzipped her backpack and took out apact metal machine—a prototype recon dog she’d built for military use, not yet delivered to the military.


    With steady fingers, she powered it on, switched the infrared disy, and attached a loaded rifle to its mount.


    Taylor, who’d been about to scout ahead, gaped. “What the hell is that thing?”


    Thiago answered for Brenna, “Scout dog.” The robot padded forward under Brenna’s control. Its feed disyed four armed men ahead in the courtyard. The glowing heat outlines on her tablet proved they were carrying weapons—one group before must’ve seized control of the area.


    Bodies were scattered all around. The moment the robot crossed into view, the men noticed it and were ready to shoot.


    But the machine reacted faster. It didn’t needmands. Four clean shots, four kills—all to the head.


    No one spoke for a long moment. Everyone, except Brenna, stood frozen, stunned by what they’d seen.


    Thiago eximed, “That thing’s insane! I’m definitely getting one in the future.”


    Gunfire crackled in the courtyard, sending everyone inside into a panic. A few guards emerged, but the robot dog was fast—it killed them before they even aimed.


    That machine was nothing short of lethal.


    No one else dared step into the open after that. Peering around the doorway, Brenna and her squad took stock. The courtyardy empty, but there was no telling how many opponents were waiting just out of sight. Rushing in without a n would be like asking for a death sentence. Brenna directed the robot dog forward, watching as it darted into the main building.


    A barrage of gunfire greeted it, but the dog’s metal body barely flinched. If it had been flesh and blood, it would have been obliterated right then and there.


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    The machine’s sensors locked onto every person inside, and it reacted with clean, unerring shots—each bullet finding its mark. Brenna followed the action through the high-definition camera. The central hall was packed—at least a couple dozen hostiles, plus a cluster of kneeling figures inb coats, their wrists zip-tied behind their backs. Judging by their outfits, they had to be the research team.


    With the robot dog taking all the heat, Brenna motioned for Thiago. This was their chance to go in.


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