Not the Best Start Chapter 75

A foot kicked Blake Pang's calf. Blake Pang's body twitched, and more blood oozed out of the wound. His head moved, and then there was no sound again.

The man took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and glanced at the person walking over not far away. The person asked, "Is there any movement over there?"

"No, I heard he's still alive and kicking." The smoking man's voice was a little hoarse and very unnatural. He exhaled a thick puff of smoke, covering Blake Pang's entire sweaty head. He put his hand into the pocket of his down jacket, looked at Blake Pang's naked upper body covered with wounds, sneered, and then turned away: "Ask that person if he has any other requests."

After the two left, the light disappeared again, and Blake Pang, who had been motionless in the darkness, moved. He opened his eyes slightly. There was no difference between opening and not opening, but he opened them anyway. He remembered a lot of things. The major mistake caused by the decision he made that year left only one of the six people who followed him alive. The vast white snow covered the grandeur of everything. He broke free from the arms of death, but only saw himself. He was looking for his comrades like crazy. He searched for two days and three nights. Every second that passed was lost confidence and hope, and what was left was fear. Blake Pang had seen death many times at close range, but it was not in his team. When he acted under the command of others, he was the strongest combat force and the most qualified person. While he was carrying heavy responsibilities, he also received more protection. Sometimes the team would rather sacrifice a soldier with weak combat power to do cannon fodder tasks than let Blake Pang take risks, so that he could complete more sophisticated technical tasks. This is a tactical strategy. But Blake Pang couldn't bear to watch his teammates sacrifice for him. Later, when he led a team, he would not let his comrades take risks even if the mission could not be completed. He was too careless that time.

He couldn't help but feel distressed when he thought of the decision he had made. He dug in the snow like a madman, his hands were frozen purple, and later bloody. The moment he heard Li Jianzhao's voice, his mad anger suddenly stopped. He instantly regained his sanity, opened his eyes wide, and panted and roared at the loudest volume during training: "Jianzhao! Jianzhao?!"