Mist crouched in front of Song Heping and sized him up before saying, "Bro, you look pretty badly hurt."
After finishing speaking, he reached out to pull off his own hemostatic belt, placed it around Song Heping's thigh, and then tightened it.
"Damn, be gentle!"
Song Heping grimaced in pain towards him.
He originally wanted to ask Mist why he was here, but forgot due to the pain.
"Haven't you been trained in the Special Forces? Can't you bear this little pain?"
Mist teased him with a grin.
Song Heping said, "I raise pigs, when did I tell you I was trained in the Special Forces… Damn! Be gentle!"
Mist added a bit more force with his hands, making Song Heping grimace again.
"You're doing it on purpose." Song Heping said, "I've never offended you."
After helping Song Heping stop the bleeding, Mist began using scissors to cut open the camouflage uniform on Song Heping's foot and leg, taking out a hemostatic package to start treating the bleeding.
"You're lucky…"
He reached out to touch Song Heping's bulletproof vest, pulled out a bullet with force.
"The bulletproof vest is of good quality, ISA's stuff is not bad."
The pain eased a bit for Song Heping, who then asked, "How come you are here?"
"Me?" Mist was startled for a moment, then asked, "Didn't Niki tell you when you worked for her this time?"
"I asked her about it when we met at the airport before, she mentioned it briefly, said you had an incident." Song Heping looked at Mist, who wore a camouflage suit with no military insignia, and continued: "But when I wanted to ask what exactly happened, she left without saying a word."
Mist silently treated Song Heping's wounds, then sighed and said, "I was dishonorably discharged."
"What?!"
Song Heping said in surprise, "Dishonorably discharged?"
"Yeah." Mist shrugged his shoulders, "That means all benefits are cancelled, and I'm tagged as a wrongdoer."
Song Heping said, "Did you shoot civilians?"
Mist suddenly exploded: "You talking about shooting civilians!"
After speaking, he yanked the bandage hard, causing Song Heping to gasp in pain again.
"I was made a scapegoat."
Mist said angrily: "I think I was framed; they found a large amount of drugs in my locker, but I damn well don't do drugs!"
Drugs?
Framed?
Set up?
A series of words popped up in Song Heping's mind.
"Just for this?"
He suddenly remembered his previous experience in Mexico.
"Right, have you started working for the CIA?"
"How did you know?" Mist seemed somewhat surprised: "Right, I heard you've been doing well in Mexico recently."
Song Heping nodded, "That's right, also working for the CIA."
Mist said, "I now suspect the framing has something to do with the CIA. Before the incident, I was transferred to a special operation group and then assigned to execute a mission for the CIA. Something went wrong midway, and when I came back, I was framed and transferred away. After returning to the country, I was taken to a military court which held me significantly responsible for the mishap during the operation and for violating military regulations, resulting in a dishonorable discharge."
"What operation?" Song Heping asked.
Mist thought for a moment, shook his head, and said: "This matter has nothing to do with you, mind your own business."
Song Heping wanted to say something, but eventually, he didn't.
They are adults.
Adults make their own choices.
If he won't tell, then don't ask.
"Then why are you in this small team?" Song Heping was very curious, "Aren't you already out of the army? How come you are with the Seal people?"
After Mist finished bandaging the wounds, he stood up and stretched out, "Who told you these guys are from the Seal?"
"Willie told me." Song Heping pointed to the back hall.
There was no noise from Willie in the back hall at the moment.
Probably too badly injured to move, he just waited there.
"Willie!"
Song Heping shouted toward the direction of the back hall.
"I'm here! Who are you talking to?!" Willie answered.