Fang Zhenwu felt honored to be a witness, thinking his greatest contribution would be to affirm later, when Gao Guang was boasting, that it all was true, because he was right there watching it happen.
But what would he say about his own actions when people asked what he did in the future?
Fang Zhenwu felt a bit of a headache coming on, though the war was not yet over, but without any presence, he couldn't even share a story of his own—surely he couldn't just tell people he was a spectator.
"Ceasefire!"
Gao Guang finally issued the order to cease fire. By then, Patrick had already stopped burst firing. He put down his red-hot machine gun and said, "My gun won't explode! Because my gun recognizes its owner, it would never harm me!"
Malcolm didn't know what to say. The night had taken a magical turn—anything seemed possible now. If Mad Dog had suffered that much, a machine gun not exploding was nothing.