84. Mental illness

That small soldier saw his commander starting to dismantle the bomb. He was so passionate. His commander’s camouflage sleeves were half folded up, and it exposed half of his copper brown toned arm.

When he bent down to shovel mud, he still remained cold and stylish. His entire body was full of strength and power.

Strong like metal.

The small soldier dreamt that he would also become a man like commander one day. He was a real masculine man, and only by being like this would not let the country down. He would be able to make the country proud!

Yes, he definitely could be like this too.

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Zolan Wales threw Olivia onto a small old and tattered bed in the room. He pulled out a small knife from his waist and removed the windbreaker that he was wearing. He tore a piece of cloth to wrap around his wound.

Olivia held the small knife that he pulled out from his waist, and she retreated to the head of the bed.

Both her eyes were full of suspicion as she said, “Zolan Wales, you are not allowed t