"Elite soldiers?" Song Fan was amused by the term.
Among this group, aside from Sun Yu, who else wasn't a burden? Where did they get the idea of having elite soldiers?
However, it was clear many shared the fat man's sentiment, and they all stood still, unwilling to move. Only a few remained by Song Fan's side.
As Sun Yu had said, people shouldn't have hope. When there was no hope, everyone fought desperately. But once there was hope, who wanted to risk their lives?
Before Song Fan could respond to the suggestion, a gunshot rang out, and she heard someone shout, "Boss!"
Song Fan felt a push and instinctively dropped to the ground. She saw someone fall in front of her—it was Cao Lei.
The others began to scream and scatter in panic.
Cao Lei had been shot in the head. The bullet hole was small and hadn't started bleeding yet. But the back of his head had a fist-sized exit wound.