The Legendary Man

Chapter 586

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

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

the sweat off his forehead as he searched

cigarettes from the box, Horace lit

it

cigarette out

having everything figured out, Malcolm insisted on

with a smile, “No reason in

you not question if what you’re doing is right?” Malcolm asked

question when your Mysonna Army killed the soldiers from the Ibica Army? What about when my Eastern Army kills the enemy soldiers from Remdik? If you have no issues with all of that, then what difference does

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

“Sir! According to our radars, a fighter jet is approaching from

men to

“Yes, sir!”

signalman was about to leave when Horace called out to him again, “Also, put Maximilian Schmidt in charge of

you, sir?” the

and just do as I say!” Horace

the signalman responded and ran off to carry out

puff of his cigarette, Horace saluted at a camera on the side. “I know you’re watching, Boss,” he uttered solemnly. “I’ve accomplished the mission you assigned me with. Thank you very much for the training you’ve provided

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 tell right from wrong either, but I

Bang!

and clear gunshot rang out as Horace squeezed

cleanly through the back, spraying the air

position in front of

his apology was directed at Malcolm or everyone within Northern Crimson Prison, but

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