Three days before the end of the mission.
On a street in the city, the clown changed his sitting position ten times in a minute. He was like someone with ADHD.
He looked at the person who was sitting beside him, drinking water and eating compressed biscuits. He asked, "Why are we ambushing people here?"
"What ambush?" Ming Shu put down her drink. "We are sitting blatantly in the middle of the road, okay?"
The clown looked at their sitting location. It was in the middle of the road…
He changed his question. "What are we doing here? The mission will end in three days. Can't we go and kill people?"
"You need to have some aspirations."
"My aspiration is to kill people."
"Think about it then."
"…"
The bored team members sat on the ground and played Chinese poker. "One versus two!"
"Four K!"
"Rocket!"
