Chapter 586 I Am Sorry

As the sound of gunfire raged on, the soldiers on the walls collapsed in puddles of blood left and right.

The incoming Eastern Army soldiers looked like death itself as they marched through the poisonous gas and thick smoke wearing bulletproof vests, gas masks, and thermal goggles.

Without the cover of heavy gunfire from the turrets, the enemy soldiers were able to continue their advance without much resistance.

In less than ten minutes, they had taken over the entire wall on the east of the prison.

After occupying such a favorable location, members of the Special Forces began to harvest like crazy while using the west wall as a defensive fortification.

The poisoned soldiers inside the prison rushed toward the west wall.

They knew they were most likely charging to their deaths, but they refused to give up without a fight.

Being a part of the Mysonna Army, they would rather face their enemies and die gloriously in battle than surrender.

Like moths to a flame, more of them kept coming, even though they were being mowed down.

Shot in the neck, Malcolm lay dying on top of the wall.

“Why…”

Although he could only see the eyes of the man standing in front of him, Malcolm knew it was none other than Horace himself.

Horace stared at Malcolm, who was lying in a pool of blood, as he reached behind his head and undid the straps of his gas mask.

He then removed his thermal goggles and helmet along with his gas mask.

to the poison gas like this! Hurry up and inject the

so, Horace simply shook his head and said, “Just do your job, soldier. I have the antidote, so you

off his forehead as he searched his pockets and found

Horace lit them and placed one in

it

cigarette out as he

out, Malcolm insisted on hearing it with his

puff of his cigarette, Horace shook his head and responded with a smile, “No

not question if what you’re doing

Eastern Army kills the enemy soldiers from

away, but Horace did not seem to notice as he sat down beside Malcolm and continued, “Honestly, I don’t get it either. Why are we fighting all the time? There doesn’t seem to be an end to these

sudden. “Sir! According to our radars, a fighter

the soldier as he ordered, “We have already achieved our objectives. Tell the men to retreat immediately and leave the border according to the pre-planned routes. There will be

“Yes, sir!”

out to him

you, sir?” the signalman asked in

and just do as

responded and ran

cigarette, Horace saluted at a camera on the side. “I know you’re watching, Boss,” he uttered solemnly. “I’ve accomplished the mission

pulled out a pistol from his holster and placed Malcolm’s finger on the trigger. “Commander Wallace, I can neither stop the war nor disobey my orders. I can’t

Bang!

gunshot rang out as Horace squeezed

the back, spraying the air

died in a kneeling position in front of Malcolm while facing Northern Crimson

within Northern Crimson Prison, but that no longer mattered since he was already

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