"Are you guys leaving or not!? I don't want to die in this godforsaken place! I only get two hundred bucks a month from the Mayor!!"
The policeman's face in the rear window was twisted and fierce, his eyes slightly bloodshot.
The officer, having a slightly stronger sense of composure, though his legs were also a bit weak at the moment, gritted his teeth and raised his gun, pointing it at the driving policeman, cursing something fiercely: "Don't drive! If you dare to drive, I'll shoot you dead right now!"
After a pause, he glanced at the surrounding subordinates, whose faces and eyes were filled with resistance. This officer understood that he could no longer suppress them — after all, this was just a small, chaotic North African country, and this army was not truly elite.
Their discipline and training were quite mediocre.
