The young soldier gave up resisting, Yi Zhen closed his eyes, because a bearded soldier beside him committed suicide, warm blood spattered onto his cheek.

So these people also know that they are wrong?

Yi Zhen touched the blood on his cheek, and his palm was bright red.

In the command room, Quentin glanced half-closed at the fleeing Carlo, walked to the console, turned his head and said coldly to the programmer who was still in the control room, "Shoot him down."

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