Yuri glared at the man, who kept wincing and groaning in agony as Sergei twisted his booted foot on their captive’s wound. The metallic smell of the blood was noticeable, and crimson liquid dripped on the wood floor.
Outside, his men gathered the corpses and placed them near the remaining truck. The wounded bodyguard’s thigh was being treated by a colleague, and the bleeding already stopped. But he did need to have it seen by a doctor. Others were also hit in their upper torso, but the bulletproof they wore saved them, thanks to Yuri’s insistence.
Igor finally got the last shooter in the woods, hitting the kneecap, and rendered him unconscious when he got to him. He shot an oncoming giant wild boar in the lung more than a couple times until it dropped. It seemed to have lost its way afte
