"Song! What the hell are you doing!? You can't just kill these people willy-nilly!"
Wilson frowned in reminder, "This is Mexico!"
Song Heping said, "So what if this is Mexico? These are drug traffickers' people. If they catch you guys—"
He turned to look at the surrounding Marines.
"Do you think they'd be polite to you? Why do you think you're all wearing masks, don't you have any idea? Isn't it because you're scared of retaliation? Stop acting so goddamn sanctimonious in front of me. If we catch Shorty and his cohort, you'll be safer than you've ever been. If we delay and they escape, that's when you're least safe!"
Finishing his words, he turned back and aimed at the gang member's head.
Bang—
The second shot.
The second person.
The gang members lying on the ground began to whimper, collapsing in sobs.
Song Heping approached the third man, the gun barrel still aimed at the guy's head.
He noticed a puddle of liquid beneath the pants of the third gang member.
