Latif was already crouching with his head in his arms when the gunfire started.
When he lifted his head again, bodies were strewn all around.
A pair of Salomon military boots came into view, and a low, unfamiliar voice asked, "Are you Latif?"
Latif slowly raised his head.
He couldn't make out the face behind the camouflage scarf.
"You are...?"
"Song Heping. Yusuf sent me to find you."
Latif breathed a sigh of relief, his tensed body finally relaxing.
"If you came any later, you wouldn't have found me."
Song Heping looked at the bodies around and his gaze fell on the leader.
The leader who had been arrogant before was now like a trembling little sheep, no longer the fierce beast he once was.
"Klein, I'll leave him to you. Get the information we want as fast as possible."
"OK, leave it to me."
Klein said to Collins, "Buddy, give me a hand, let's drag this guy into the house next door."
Together, they dragged the I5I5 leader, whose hands and feet were bound, like a pig to a house beside them, and casually shut the door.
"What are they doing?"
"Interrogation."
Song Heping pointed to his mouth.
"Make him spill the information we want."
Latif slowly got up from the ground, looked around with a sorrowful expression on his face, then walked over to about a dozen beheaded bodies, watched silently for a while, and returned to the crowd to pick up the woman who had been shot. He carried her outside and gently laid her down on a stone slab, then knelt down and murmured to himself.
"Boss, it's probably not safe here, we'd better leave as soon as possible."
Disaster Star came over and reminded Song Heping in a low voice.
"It's okay, it shouldn't take too much time."
Song Heping glanced at his watch.
The time was 10:05 in the evening.
Ten minutes later, Klein came out of the house.
Song Heping asked him, "Got what we wanted?"
"Got it. He must have told us everything he knows."
As Klein spoke, he took out a piece of cloth and wiped the blood from his hands.
"What about this guy?"
"Send him on his way; he's of no use anymore."
Song Heping had no sympathy at all.
For a guy as vicious as this leader, there was no need for mercy.
"Sure thing!"
Klein nodded readily and was about to walk to the house.
Suddenly, Latif, who had been kneeling in prayer, stood up.
"Wait a moment."
Klein stopped in his tracks, and Song Heping turned to the informant.
"Is there a problem?"
Song Heping asked Latif.
Latif walked up to Song Heping, gave a salute first, and then asked, "Would you let me deal with that beast?"
"Ah..."
Song Heping hesitated for a moment, but then agreed, "Okay, I'll leave it to you. You may handle it however you like."
After saying that, he waved at Klein, "Bring that guy out."
Soon, the I5I5 leader was brought out, thrown heavily at Latif's feet.
The guy must have gone through a lot of torture just now.
By the moonlight, Song Heping could see many injuries on the guy's face, as if cut by something sharp, concentrated in the triangular area beside his nose.
"Are you going to kill me!? Come on, be quick about it! Kill me, come on, kill me!"
The blood-covered leader now appeared mentally unhinged and frenzied.
His reaction was definitely not like that of a normal person.