“Boss… Old Ghost is dead.”
An Asian youth approached a middle-aged man with a short beard and said in a somber tone, “Shot in the head. That guy’s marksmanship was excellent; he must have received formal military training.”
The burly, short-bearded middle-aged man, leaning against a car tire, nodded slightly. “I know.”
“…”
“What’s wrong? Feeling uneasy?”
“…Yes.”
“You should be happy for him. Dying under enemy bullets is his final fate as a mercenary, and the highest honor he pursued in his life.” Nicholas, the leader of the “Black Snake” mercenaries, said calmly, “Old Ghost always wanted to die. He just couldn’t bear to leave us, his comrades. Now, he got his wish, dying under enemy bullets, ending his sinful life. Perhaps he’ll go to hell. But he’s free now. And we…”
Click-clack!
