Chapter 270: Strolling Through a Hail of Bullets

Frey had not died. As he mistakenly rolled toward the corner of the wall, he caught a glimpse of a figure lunging at him from the corner of his eye, followed by two explosions.

By the time Frey realized someone had shielded him from the power of two grenades and that was why he hadn't died, he pushed away the person clinging to him, and then he saw a familiar face, Mehdi, who had been on his left since the attack began.

Mehdi was as good as dead. Though he wore a bulletproof vest, the shockwave from the blast at such close range was enough to take his life, not to mention that a piece of shrapnel had pierced through Mehdi's neck.

Frey looked at Mehdi, face to face with him, somewhat stunned. He placed a hand on Mehdi's shoulder, his lips moving but unable to produce any sound. Watching the terrified Frey, Mehdi cracked a smile, and as blood surged from his mouth, he said, slurred, "This is our war; of course, we should go first..."