You, will, die!
"hi, want a smoke?"
Darell stepped out of the car, offering a cigarette to the soldier on guard duty.
"I'm on a mission, I can't... burp..."
The soldier couldn't finish his sentence as Darell unexpectedly slit his throat with a dagger.
"What's wrong? What happened to you? Did you get heatstroke? Why did you faint?!"
Darell grabbed the soldier's hands, smiling as he watched blood spurt from his neck like a fountain before the soldier collapsed to the ground in despair.
"What's wrong?!"
Two other soldiers hurried over.
From their angle, they could only see Darell crouched on the ground, unable to see the condition of the soldier.
"He said he wanted..."
Darell spoke, then paused, slowly turning his face, half of it and his eyes smeared with the soldier's blood.
"He wanted you to join him!"