Spit Blood Out Of Anger
Editor: Henyee Translations
He didn't even know which country's assaulter killed him. He didn't even see the other party's face clearly. There was nothing more depressing than this.
Lieutenant Colonel Saluk quickly adjusted his breathing. He knew that he had to calm down now. If not, he might become the next target to be discovered.
He didn't scold his team member. No one wanted this to happen, including his comrade.
After a moment of silence, he said in a low voice, "If it's not the Americans, then it might be the Italian or British assaulters. Alright, if it's them… we have to admit that we're not as strong as them."
They didn't expect the Chinese special forces to be the ones who took down the sniper. Lieutenant Colonel Saluk didn't think too much about it. How could a special forces soldier from a country that wasn't as good as their country defeat them?