With Simon's orders, the rebel army's assault on the capital became increasingly ruthless.
Bombers circled overhead, dropping missiles at regular intervals.
Kendall and the others, who weren't authorized to take the initiative, had no choice but to hide in the basement with Thomas to avoid being blown to pieces.
In the basement, the deputy team leader voiced his confusion.
"There's no way they don't know we're in the presidential palace. Why are they bombing indiscriminately?"
Kendall's dark eyes flashed coldly. "The rebel army, stirred up by Country A, is brutal and inhumane. I killed Simon's son, and now he won't let me go."
Sharon's voice was tight with worry. "Aren't they afraid of Valmani?"
Liam replied calmly, "If we die without leaving any evidence, who's to say whether we were killed by the rebels or died by our own hands?"
The situation was grim.
"Kendall, what are you talking about?" Thomas asked, not understanding English.
