Song Heping's gaze swept over every member of the SSO team, finally settling on Hunter, who still wore a defiant expression.
His voice was not loud, yet it carried an undeniable authority, each word pounding into everyone's ears:
"Want to die? It's easy; stir things up and you'll all die."
His tone was as calm as stating a fact, "If you don't want to die, then damn well shove your pathetic pride back into your own assholes! Seal it up tight!"
He paused, slowly lowering the muzzle of his gun.
"Look at the situation now! We're grasshoppers tied to the same rope! Below are the damn US Navy SEALs and the Kurd Armed group, behind us are those bone-crunching Mad Dogs from 1515, and overhead is the 'Grim Reaper' drone watching us! Fighting amongst ourselves? Think you've got a long life?"
His words were crude and direct but were like a bucket of ice water poured from above, instantly extinguishing the anger that nearly ignited the explosives.
