While the internal undercurrents of the Revolutionary Guard surged fiercely, desperately rooting out the undercover network, the race for survival on the Persian Plateau had entered its most brutal phase.
Song Heping struggled to move toward the border line.
With every step, the intense pain from the wound on his calf made him grimace, cold sweat soaking his inner clothes, and the chill wind on the highland made his teeth chatter.
The "Grim Reaper" drone was like a maggot attached to his bone, relentlessly pursuing him.
Although Song Heping continually evaded using the complex terrain and rock shadows, preventing the opponent from achieving stable missile lock-on, the constant tracking by the high-precision electro-optical sensors meant he could never shake off the killer in the sky.
The Grim Reaper drone watched Song Heping with the patience of a cat that has found a mouse.
Currently, it was a matter of who could outlast whom.
