102 Reid Kept His Promise

An icy chill shot up Reid's spine to the top of his head, instantly extinguishing the last flicker of struggle in his eyes.

Lying on the ground, he stared blankly down the corridor, as though he could see through layers of concrete to the soldiers outside still fighting desperately for "New America's glory" and Hansen.

What were they fighting for?

To ensure Hansen's forces were uprooted? To resist New America's invasion?

What were those fighting people fighting for?

In fifteen minutes, would they all die? Along with everyone inside—the Hellhounds, New American soldiers, innocent civilians, and him, Reid, as well as Song Zhaomei, the source of this "trouble."

Were all of them, in the plans of Hansen and Myles—two identical people—meant to die? Personnel who could be sacrificed?

Everything could be sacrificed.

Except themselves.

That was the truth, wasn't it?

Myles's cold, ruthless face flashed through Reid's mind, followed by Song Zhaomei's pale, helpless expression, then the resolute eyes of those young soldiers on the battlefield. Finally, it settled on Carl's blood-streaked yet remarkably calm face.

This man bound by no rules, this person Reid had once considered dangerous, this person he might even have considered a friend in his heart, had now pointed out with absolute clarity the truth hidden beneath the lies—for Reid's sake.

The naked truth buried beneath glory, for the country, and making it great again: it was all merely for their own selfish desires!

Reid loved his country, but the country he loved was New America!

He was not fighting for Rosalind Myles's mad ambitions that would drag the nation into the abyss!

"Heh... heh... heh..." Reid suddenly laughed softly. His laughter was hoarse and mournful, carrying the hollowness of a heart that had completely died. Supporting his agonized body, he struggled into a sitting