"What happened?" Zhang Feng looked towards the noise.
Two soldiers dragged out a Ukrainian from behind the haystack and found an M9 pistol and a military officer card on him.
Philip tossed away his cigarette and ran to him.
"We caught a Ukrainian officer. He claims to be an informant of the Russian Security Service. I have never heard such a funny joke." A thin Slavic boy with a grin on his face dragged him out and punched him in the stomach.
The Ukrainian was covered in muddy water, his hair was glued to his scalp by mud, and his pants were stained with dark red blood. Not his best look. With another punch to his stomach, he reflexively gagged and emptied the acid in his stomach.
"Barf, Sh*t! I am not kidding, man, let me at least let me see your officer before you punch me. Don't be impulsive..."
