Lascano sat in the passenger seat of the van, listening to the radio about the helicopter crash news, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
No matter how skilled in martial arts, one fears the kitchen knife.
No matter how clever someone surnamed Song is, isn't it just a matter of one Stinger missile?
Thinking about Song Heping's death, Lascano started whistling cheerfully.
Ever since his defeat by Song Heping, his confidence took a heavy hit.
Lascano, once a very arrogant Special Forces officer, had never tasted failure before.
Song Heping's emergence weighed down on him like a boulder, casting a lingering shadow.
This guy is finally dead!
While Lascano was still caught up in the excitement of killing Song Heping, the van passed through a remote road and approached a simple bridge with only about two meters of width.
The driver had to gently step on the brake and start to downshift, slowing down the van.
