It's not up to you

The light bulbs flickered in the room. Cham supported his body with a rifle and shook his cloudy head to drive away the dizzy feeling. He struggled to get up from the ground. Gasol, who was previously sitting next to him, was similarly holding himself up with a rifle.

Just a moment ago, the entire embassy shook violently as if it was hit by a missile. The huge impact shattered all the ceilings and everything smashed on the ground. At the same time, the two were toppled and they also lost their balance.

"Sh*t, what happened?!" Gasol spat out and subconsciously glanced out the window.

Fortunately, the UA soldiers made no further moves.

"I don't know."

Cham, with an uncertain expression, squeezed the sentence out of his mouth and turned off the safety of the rifle.

"Should we execute the hostages?" Gasol said gravely.

"Execute some."