Joe 2 Mongol Heleer | Gi

It wasn't loud. It was deep . A subsonic wave that vibrated Roadblock’s teeth out of his gums. The granite outcropping behind him cracked into dust. The cliff Flint was on splintered like dry pasta.

Khadan was thrown fifty feet. The chip flew into the air.

Flint exhaled. Squeezed. The high-caliber round punched through the briefcase’s lock, but not before Khadan hit the Heleer’s activation switch. Gi Joe 2 Mongol Heleer

“BRIDGE!” Flint yelled, sliding down the collapsing rock face.

And Almas caught it.

Snake Eyes said nothing. He simply picked up Almas’s dropped shamshir and sheathed it. A promise.

The camera pans to a map of the United Nations building, with a red dot over the Security Council chamber. It wasn't loud

She turned, not with eyes, but with instinct. She drew two curved shamshir blades and dismounted. Her voice was a gravelly whisper. “The ninja thinks the wind hides him. But the Heleer ... the wind speaks to me.”

“Flint! Take the shot on the briefcase!” The granite outcropping behind him cracked into dust

Roadblock saw the satellite chip glowing in Khadan’s hand. He had two seconds.