The more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was wrong, I had fought so many battles with the rebels before, and the sneak attack was not once or twice, although their guards were not very vigilant, but they had never encountered anyone who was asleep, these were the elites of Embada's men, how could they sleep when they were on alert.

But these soldiers in military uniforms and weapons in front of them are all alive, not models in shopping malls, but where is their combat effectiveness, killing these people is like chopping melons and vegetables, there is no resistance.

And Embada and Kathiri are really here, so many of us can't be all wrong, what the hell is going on? I couldn't figure it out in my head, but I knew the fight wasn't going to be easy, and there had to be something wrong with that.

"Rush in and finish off the remnants of the enemy as soon as possible." The captain shouted, he had already seen that the situation was wrong, so he could not drag it out, and the battle must be ended as quickly as possible.

The revolver, who had already moved to the door, took out a flashbang and threw it in, we immediately turned our heads and closed our eyes, and with a muffled bang, a strong white light flashed away, and the revolver and the barge flew into the house, followed by me and the ninja, as well as the captain and the goddess, rushed into the gate, only the grizzly bear remained outside carrying Gatling cover.

There were a dozen or so people in the hallway, leaning against the wall with their faces covered and shivering, and I raised my hand to beat these people into a sieve and replace them with magazines, I looked back at the goddess and pointed to the room next to me.

The goddess nodded, raised her leg and kicked the door open, I rolled into the room, raised my hand and shot twice, a guy who was squatting in the corner of the wall with an AK in his hand and trembling, and before he could pull the trigger, he was shot in the head by me.

"Full marks!" The goddess stood in the doorway and looked inside, then smiled at me.

"There's definitely something wrong with these people." I walked over to the corpse and picked up the AK, the weapon was indeed a rebel weapon, but this guy didn't even open the safe, is this a mistake a soldier makes.

"Don't worry about it for now, keep searching!" The goddess shook her head at me.

The building was not big, three floors up and down, and the six of us acted separately and soon met at the door, not letting go of any corner, almost turning the whole building over, and not even seeing the shadow of Embada and the black flag.

At this moment, the mad lion and the striker came over, carrying a soldier who wanted to jump off the building from behind to escape.

"Captain, this guy seems to have something to say!" The lion threw the man next to the captain.

At this moment, the captain's face was gloomy and terrifying, and the hellish scene in front of him seemed to indicate that we had achieved a victory without difficulty, but this was not the case, and a feeling of being fooled again flooded in my heart, and the stronger it became.

"Tell me, where is Embada?" The captain asked, grabbing the guy's head and gritting his teeth.

"Let's go...... He said he would give us $10,000 each tonight, and he left through the back door. The guy replied with a shudder.

Now I finally understand why these people were cheering before, it seems that it was Enbada who promised to give them money, so he was so happy.

"Who are you?" The captain continued.

"We are all fishermen in the neighborhood, and three days ago a group of soldiers with guns came to the village, leaving a lot of money for us to come here to transport goods, but when we arrived, they asked us to change into military uniforms, return our guns, and promised that if we stayed here for three days, we would be paid 10,000 US dollars, so we stayed, I didn't think ...... Unexpectedly...... All dead. At this point, the guy held his head and cried.

"What the hell!" I angrily clenched my fist and slammed it on the wall behind me, and the concrete wall above the shock fell off a large chunk, leaving a clear fist mark on it, and the fishermen shivered at me and shrank back unconsciously.

I gasped violently, my eyes swept over the corpses strewn across the ground, the innocent civilians who had been smashed by bullets, powerless, innocent civilians, looking at their desperate eyes and painful expressions, I felt like a demon, a heinous murderer, not human at all.

I felt a deep sense of guilt, it felt like a rotting corpse, the whole body was rotten, and there was a disgusting stench from the inside out, which made me so disgusted with my current self that I wanted to take out all my internal organs and wash them with disinfectant.

"I've killed hundreds of civilians with my own hands, hehe, hehe!" I smiled self-deprecatingly, and walked out in despair, stumbling under my feet and nearly tripping over a corpse that was only half of my body left.

"What's wrong with him? When did the flood of compassion begin? Revolver shrugged and looked at my back strangely.

"Killing so many innocent people, he felt like he had sinned." Barge looked indifferently at the mountains of corpses piled up at my feet, and although his face was calm, he could understand my feelings.

"We're already sinful, so why do we care about that?" Revolver spread his hands out, his expression looked very helpless, since he embarked on this road, he should abandon those ridiculous compassion, sympathy, kindness, innocence, these words have long been no longer ours.

"That's you, Lao Tzu is a legal American citizen, he is a messenger of God every month, and Lao Tzu has also rescued stray dogs, do you believe it?" The mad lion snorted and hugged his shoulders.

"yes, but in the end you made that dog into a barbecue!" The striker laughed.

"That's because it hurts so badly and needs to end the pain." The mad lion shrugged.

"Damn, you're disgusting!" The goddess spat at the mad lion and turned to chase after him.

"Assassin is okay, right?" Revolver looked at my back and asked worriedly.

"Of course, he's a good soldier, he just needs some time." The striker looked like he knew me very well, but he just believed me that a warrior who had killed countless people would never succumb to killing.

I sat outside on a pile of wooden boxes, looking at the pile of dead people in front of me, I have been a mercenary for so long, hundreds of battles have been fought in large and small battles, and I have killed civilians, but I have never experienced such a massacre of innocents today, it is really unacceptable.

I feel ridiculous and pathetic, step by step into this dark world, step by step deep into it can not extricate myself, to this day I will still be unbearable, but also for the killing and self-blame, it is simply a watch and want to set up a memorial arch.

"That's not your fault, there's no need to blame yourself!" The goddess came and sat down beside me, put her hand around my head, and pressed her chest to comfort her.

"They are all innocent!" I muttered.

"No, there are no innocents in war, they have guns, don't they?" The goddess whispered in my ear.

"But they're just ordinary fishermen." I put my arms around her waist, trying to find a little warmth.

"No one wants to see this kind of thing, it's a pity and it's sad, but it's irreparable, do you want us to commit suicide and apologize?" The goddess hugged my head tightly and used her body heat to save my stiff heart.