"Damn..."
Song Heping pulled off the pin and held the hand grenade in his hand.
"I still have twenty million left to spend..."
He wasn't worried about his siblings' living expenses anymore.
The only thing Song Heping had now was regret.
A full twenty million US dollars!
This damn...
Didn't get to enjoy it, and now I'm gonna die here.
Being a mercenary...
It's really crappy.
One day you're fine, the next you could be dead.
I was thinking of expanding the "Musician" defense business.
Never thought I'd die here on the Persian Plateau.
What a pity...
If only I had a satellite phone.
Just one...
Rabbani was curled up nearby, his hand trembling as he pulled at the grenade.
Song Heping looked at him worriedly, concerned that this guy might accidentally blow himself up before the enemy even reached him.
Getting stuck with such a pig-headed teammate, truly my bad luck for eight lifetimes.
Song Heping now understood why old soldiers hated taking newbies online.