Coercion

Qiao Jian was extremely nervous at that moment. His plan had been to take the town and lead the villagers out overnight.

But because the actual situation differed from what he had expected, he had no choice but to make finding the terrorists who were unaccounted for his priority.

If the terrorists escaped and sent word, or hid somewhere and launched a sudden attack while they were evacuating, the consequences would be unimaginable.

More importantly, a civilian had just found Qiao Jian and told him that their child had gone missing!

"There can't be any mistakes. Absolutely no more mistakes!" Qiao Jian muttered as he ran through the night.

It wasn't until he reached a mud-brick house that he spotted a large amount of blood, the kind left by something being dragged. He immediately went on full alert.

Click-!

He moved up beside the house's wall, released the safety and chambered a round. After silently counting to three, two, one, he suddenly darted to the window and raised his gun, quickly aiming inside.

But-!

When he saw what was inside, Qiao Jian's eyes widened, his pupils contracting sharply. His face filled with fury.

He didn't fire. Instead, he ducked to the other side of the wall as fast as he could.

In a room of several dozen square meters, under the dim light of a night lamp, more than a dozen civilians were tied up in the corner, their expressions somewhat vacant.

Seven or eight corpses lay piled haphazardly in the middle of the room. Blood had stained the floor completely red, and it seemed to still be flowing.

Two of the corpses belonged to terrorists. The rest were all members of 398 Squadron, who had just gone out to search the town on orders!

Behind the corpses stood a