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"Hmm, uh, what? Mad Dog again, and more than twenty dead this time? Has this mad dog gone on a killing spree in Baghdad? What has Mad Dog done now!"
Dawson was very angry. His first impression of Gao Guang hadn't been bad, as he seemed a mild-mannered, polite young man who was somewhat frail among the sturdy and muscular men in the PMC group, appearing weak and powerless.
But Dawson could never have imagined that right after finding Gao Guang a safe and suitable job, that Gao Guang would bare his fangs.
He really was a mad dog, damn it. It had only been two days, and he hadn't been idle.
Although killing a few people in Baghdad didn't count for much, especially since the first time it was attackers from ISIS, which was commendable anywhere and carried no fault, so Gao Guang didn't even need to give a deposition to the Iraqi security forces. If the Americans treated him as a hero, then a hero he was.