Roy and the remaining members hid behind the trees and started to retaliate, but Jimmy noticed that their shooting skills might be quite good during training sessions. At this moment, in real combat, with a magazine of 30 bullets, hardly any of them could correctly hit the positions where the front three were hiding. Most shots missed by a mile, bordering on just grazing the target.

Roy changed a magazine, made a few hand signals to the others, one member crouched down to check on their wounded companion, while the other two moved to the sides. Roy exposed his rifle barrel from behind the tree again to aim and shoot, but this time his rate of fire was much lower, and his hit accuracy seemed to significantly improve.

Jimmy was not far behind Roy's location; his position was completely blocked by trees, lacking any aiming baseline, firing would just be wasting bullets. Watching Roy and his team coordinate seamlessly, he didn't venture into their operations, for their tactical hand gestures were clearly internal. He hadn't fully recognized Roy's signals just now, but the others were well aware of his plans – that's camaraderie.

However, the firepower from the three opponents was also formidable; Roy and the two members on the flanks exchanged shots continuously with them, but their efforts yielded poor results.

Jimmy didn't inform Roy; he observed briefly, then looked up at the big tree beside him. He slung the rifle behind and started climbing the tree. From a small branch above, Jimmy picked up his rifle and aimed at one of the three gunmen on the opposite side. He laid prone behind a fallen tree trunk, and Jimmy's vantage point just allowed a clear view – but only of his legs through the scope.

Jimmy didn't continue waiting and fired two shots at his legs directly; the stability on the branch wasn't great, only one shot hit, but its impact was explosive. As the opponent retracted his leg, part of his body was exposed to an SRT member. Jimmy's Heart Eye Vision revealed blood gushing out, presumably from his shoulder or upper chest, as he slumped sideways to the ground, his movements growing smaller.

Jimmy descended the tree, came to Roy's side, "Took one down, let's keep pushing."

Roy nodded, moving towards the front while shooting, ensuring he suppressed the opponents so they couldn't fire at his position.

Jimmy followed behind, not hesitating anymore. His mind constantly adjusted positions and devised shooting paths, thus purposefully reaching his post, raising his rifle to aim – a shot, the second gunman's head was hit, killed by Jimmy.

"Boom," a sudden explosion occurred near an advancing SRT member on the flank. Jimmy and Roy each hid behind trees, stunned as they glanced over. There weren't any enemies there; the explosion sound was from a grenade, but none of the remaining attackers had just thrown a grenade.

FXXK, Jimmy recalled how the three had gathered earlier, afterward one of them busy at work on the side. They set grenades up as traps.

The grenade explosion interrupted everyone's shooting rhythm. Roy saw his brother blown up and screamed loudly, "Open fire."

Several SRT members no longer conserved ammo, fully unloading onto the last gunman's position. Despite hiding well behind a tree, he couldn't dodge shots fired at him simultaneously from three directions. Soon, the gunfire completely ceased.

Jimmy holstered his gun, swapped a new magazine, and took out a bottle of mineral water to rest against a tree. He was certain of the gunman's fate, the sheer blood spray seen in Heart Eye Vision indicated he was riddled with holes, with few areas protected by the Bullet-Proof Vest.

"Bang," alright, the initially downed person was completely finished. Jimmy watched as Roy holstered his gun, and they, along with several SRT members, ran over to check the state of their brother at the explosion site.