Jerusalem.

Over 30 bodies were laid out in the morgue of a hospital. Some of these had died of gunshot wounds, some from an explosion. The ones killed by guns were a little better - at least they were intact. The bodies which had been blasted apart had been picked up in a hurry and were a terrible sight for the eyes. 

Gu Kewen stood in the morgue. She had a mask on but the burnt smell of the bodies was still thick enough to make her frown. 

Goodson’s body lay in a body bag. He was missing a leg which could not be found anymore. His face had been half-burnt away; one eye was missing and half his lips were gone, exposing white teeth. 

Gu Kewen looked emotionlessly at Goodson in a body bag and a cold voice said in her head, ‘You wanted to make use of me and kill me? I, Gu Kewen, am not some chess piece you can just use as you please. I am not your cannon fodder! Look, now you’re dead and I’m still alive and healthy.’ 

Goodson was not able to respond to this provocation. He...