The road back was extremely bumpy.
That's normal, since there wasn't a helicopter on the return trip, it was done by car.
As soon as Mo Shangjun got into the vehicle, she found a corner to sit down and then fell asleep hugging a gun.
She had a couple of guns in her arms, with her legs crossed. Despite looking dusty and disheveled, she exuded a commanding presence that kept most people at bay.
Even the likes of Liang Zhiqiong and Ding Jing kept a hand-width distance from her, even when seated next to her.
—Afraid that waking her would bring misfortune to everyone in the car.
It's understandable, Mo Shangjun was indeed exhausted.
In five days, she barely had any sleep, there were too many things to worry about. Especially on this day of combat missions, the luxury of even a minute of rest was elusive.
Even without any enemies, she couldn't afford to relax, not for a moment. —No shifts were available, surprises could happen anytime.
