The world seemed to be drifting away.
Song Heping felt this way now.
Because all sounds had become blurred, and the vision in front of him was also becoming fuzzy.
The shattered lens of his tactical goggles pierced into his brow bone, and through the blood-stained vision, he saw four pairs of black combat boots closing in.
The sharp pain from biting his tongue brought a moment of clarity, and he clenched the detonator hidden in his sleeve.
It's time...
He sighed lightly.
Soon, he dismissed the idea.
No.
Not yet.
He saw those military boots.
Four people.
Take out two first.
An assault team member stepped forward and swung the gunstock, smashing it into Song Heping.
Perhaps feeling that this man had killed too many of his comrades, he didn't just want to see Song Heping die quickly from a single shot.
Not letting him endure the most terrifying torture in life would be an injustice to the over twenty brothers who died tonight.
He overestimated himself.
