"Go and kill someone for me."
Wang Han looked at the photograph of a black man. The man had a powerful build, held a rifle in his arms, and his eyes were hollow and numb—a gaze Wang Han had seen many times before.
Most veterans who had survived countless battles and taken many lives wore that exact look. Their nerves were strung tight twenty-four hours a day, trampling on human nature as they repeated the cycle of slaughter.
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