"It's over!"
"This thing's gonna blow!"
"Got to hide."
"..."
Instantly.
Countless thoughts flashed through everyone's minds, and ultimately, most made the same decision—hit the deck, one of the best ways to avoid mines.
"Thud!"
"Snap!"
"..."
Everyone dived into the surrounding grass, crushing quite a few plants.
At that moment.
The man was collapsing.
He wanted to cry!
Even though he heard the tick-tock, he didn't dare lift his foot. It was odd for a mine to tick. What kind of dramatic mine was this?
Typically.
Mines don't talk much.
"Tick-tock!"
"Tick-tock!"
"..."
The ticking continued, like a death clock countdown in the night.
It's over!
The man's heart sank to rock bottom.
It seemed.
This leg wouldn't be saved; he began to curse in his heart. Myanmar was too bleak. Why plant these without any conflict?
Unsafe, seriously!
Xie Te.
Fuck.
And the scouts.
Damn it.
...
