"My name is Trevor, Trevor Webster!!!"
Bam!
The gun was aimed at his chin, one shot solved him, his body fell into a pool of blood, his mind flashed with memories.
Damn U.S.!
"Szzz, mission ended, all personnel eliminated." The SEAL Captain, wearing a mask, spoke into the communication device, suddenly noticing something in the pocket of this man's shirt named Trevor Webster.
He bent down and took it out.
It turned out to be a U.S. military service certificate. With his thumb, he opened it, and it read: "When can I have my own house, I want to raise a dog and have a home, preferably, I can also eat well."
The SEAL Captain's breath stopped for a moment.
This elite group simply doesn't understand.
When the bodies were carried out one by one, the reporters rushed over madly to take pictures, and the Department of Homeland Security Director, in a crisp suit, spoke eloquently to the camera, "We resist such terrorism!"
