Walking into my tent, I couldn't get my mind off everything that happened in today's meeting. I know I'm not a good person, and I have no right to talk about morality—but this was beyond my usual threshold. It's one thing to ruthlessly slaughter enemy-state civilians, but slaughtering your own people? That was something I couldn't completely grasp.
"I think the heavens picked the wrong person," I muttered.
If the heavens were going to punish someone for evil deeds, people like Major Miller and the American government should be chosen over me. I'm not half as cruel as them. Yes, I will slaughter whoever gets in my way and even kill an innocent person to steal their power—but I would never kill millions without reason.
At that moment, a single word crossed my mind: Congo.
