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.

Hurry up and inject the antidote!” shouted

simply shook his head and said, “Just do your job, soldier. I have the antidote, so you don’t

off his forehead as he

from the box, Horace lit them and placed one in

a cigarette. Think of it as a token

lips, Malcolm spat the cigarette out

everything figured out, Malcolm insisted

head and responded with a

question if what you’re doing is right?”

in war? Did you ask yourself that 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

in Malcolm’s eyes began to fade 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

interrupted when a soldier came running over all of a sudden. “Sir! According to our radars, a fighter jet is approaching from the south

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

“Yes, sir!”

Horace called out to him again, “Also, put Maximilian

sir?” the signalman asked in

many questions and just do as

responded and ran off to carry out

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

“Commander Wallace, I can neither stop the war nor disobey my orders. I can’t tell

Bang!

and clear gunshot rang out as Horace squeezed

went into Horace’s forehead and exited cleanly through the back, spraying the air with a bloody mist that dissipated in the

kneeling position in front of Malcolm

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

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