On the floor, covered in blood, lay a group of soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms. What was strange was that each one had a bullet hole right between their eyebrows, killing them instantly.,"You!" he stared, but his eyes held a complex, heavy expression as he spoke, "Yes, in your eyes, I'll always be unworthy! Not even worthy of standing beside you! Is that right",Soon, this complexity was replaced by a resolute indifference, "It doesn't matter, you'll be dead soon. And in the end, not even those who survive will have the right to live! It's you!" A triumphant smile began to spread across his face.。