The rain showed no signs of stopping, making it seem as if a humidifier had been turned up high or the morning dew had settled near a reservoir. Nevertheless, the truck continued bumping along the road, which was laden with the earthy scents of Africa. 0

Beside the sniper, Kang Chan kept a sharp eye on the hills.0

What if I had stopped the truck back when my heart was pounding?0

Thud-! Clank!0

The truck shook violently for a few seconds, causing a groan to come from the back. If one had to describe it, it sounded like a defeated dog lowering its head and whimpering.0

When Kang Chan turned his head, he saw the soldier sprawled on the truck bed struggling to sit up. He had a cut in the area between his eyes, making it seem as if he had sliced himself with a razor blade. However, in truth, it was a clear sign of a swollen injury being struck. 0

The soldier grimaced as he tried to raise his head. Considering Kang Chan had twisted his neck and stomped on his nape with his boot heel, his struggle was understandable.0

Kang Chan banged on the roof of the vehicle. “Stop the truck!”0

As commanded, the truck screeched to a halt. Kang Chan then immediately walked to the back.0

The soldiers watched silently with their mouths shut tight. In situations like this, most would think to help the guy up and offer him a cigarette. 0

That would...0