Some Sins Never Fade

"No!"

A roar suddenly erupted from the cave, veins bulging across Theresa's entire head.

He watched with his own eyes as his good comrades, his brothers, were riddled by countless gun barrels.

A grown man of thirty, yet tears rolled down his face in huge, uncontrollable drops.

"No!!" His fingers dug into the dirt mixed with gravel, his hands bleeding without him even noticing.

He even sprang up in an instant, ready to rush out, only for Mu Fan to slam him back down with a single hand.

"Private, let go of me!" His fierce, bloodshot eyes fixed on Mu Fan as he threw a savage punch, the sharp whistle of wind echoing through the cave.

But with a smack, Mu Fan caught his fist in one hand.

Theresa tried to pull his fist back, only to find Mu Fan's palm was like an iron claw. The grip was terrifyingly strong, and he could not break free at all.

"Captain, calm down!"

Mu Fan's furious shout forced Theresa to look back at his face. Then the captain realized that the private before him had terrifyingly savage eyes.

He could even see the blood vessels webbing the whites of Mu Fan's eyes.

Mu Fan's Adam's apple twitched unnaturally as scorching breath burst from his nostrils. Even now, he could not accept that Qiao and Jerome's bodies had been shot full of holes right before his eyes...

That stubborn Bird's Nest Head Major, that Second Sergeant who seemed cold but was warm-hearted and had always taken special care of him.

They had been slaughtered without any chance to resist. They had not died at the hands of the enemy, but beneath the guns of their own allies.

The hatred in his heart was no less than Theresa's.

Bastards...

His teeth clenched so