Flint exhaled. Squeezed. The high-caliber round punched through the briefcase’s lock, but not before Khadan hit the Heleer’s activation switch.
A sound like a dying god filled the valley. Gi Joe 2 Mongol Heleer
The fight was brutal. Snake Eyes’s katana met her shamshir in a shower of sparks. She was faster than he expected—not Storm Shadow fast, but wild fast, like a wolf cornered in a blizzard. She kicked a spray of frozen dirt into his visor, then slashed low. Flint exhaled
Roadblock abandoned stealth. He stood up and fired. The .50 cal roared, tearing through the Cobra escort vehicles below. The oligarch Khadan screamed, grabbing the briefcase. A sound like a dying god filled the valley
“That’s her,” Flint hissed. “The new Helix. Cobra calls her Almas —the Mongol Death Worm.”
Suddenly, the horses crested a dune. But the riders were not men. They were Cobra Vipers in heavy Mongolian deel coats, their masks painted like bronze death masks. Leading them was a figure wrapped in white fox fur.