"FUCK! Look at what he's doing?!"
The drone operator was caught off guard, couldn't help but curse out loud, exclaiming in surprise.
"Courting death!" The weapons control officer sneered: "This guy has been driven crazy by us."
The drone operator swiftly pushed down the control lever.
The engines of the MQ-9 suddenly roared louder, rapidly lowering altitude in pursuit.
The two Black Hawk helicopters also noticeably sped up, like two raptors that had spotted prey, diving straight in with rotor-induced winds faintly blowing.
Song Heping burst forth with his last reserves of strength, racing to the edge of the gravel shore.
He zeroed in on a giant rock about half human height, relatively stable, and dove behind it.
He quickly unfastened his backpack, rummaging desperately.
He felt out the last two hand grenades, and…
A flat, metal canister—
This was a "little gift" from Nurase, a specially made, high-combustion aluminum thermite incendiary canister!
