Capital of the Sen Republic, northern district of Butare, inside a temporary safe house.
Song Heping stared at the map on the wall, his fingertips gently tapping on the desktop, the rhythm like a countdown.
Hassan's intelligence made the atmosphere in the whole room drop to freezing point—a French Foreign Legion intervention, the government army began to strike back, the opposition forces were blocked outside the city, and the capital had already fallen into anarchy.
"This is really fucked up!"
Jiang Feng kicked over a chair, his face livid.
"We're fucking stuck here!"
The "stuck here" he mentioned clearly referred to everyone being dragged into this damned coup, and due to the change in the situation, the coup had become a quagmire.
Trying to get out wouldn't be easy.
