So, what Gao Guang cared about was a man, a man using an SKS, whose every shot was a headshot.
Gao Guang addressed the team member with the SKS, "Where's the body, take me there!"
"The terrain here is complex, with passages running through each other. I found him here; he had run out of bullets, and I rushed up and killed him. It was him."
In a narrow path that only allowed one person to pass by, behind a turn, sat a man in a long robe with a mask, a bullet hole in his forehead, blood splattered at standing height on the wall, so after he sat down, the blood streamed down the wall.
Gao Guang could not reach, but he said to Francisco, "Take off his mask."
The mask lifted, revealing the face of a South Caucasian man, beardless, appearing to be around forty years old.
Dressed in a long robe, over which was a green-colored Type 56 chest rig, Gao Guang pointed at the chest rig, "Bring that to me for a look."
