Chapter 339: You wouldn't want your son to be shot, would you?!

Emilio Mora drew hard on his cigarette, hunkered down in the most cramped corner of the cave, curled up like a lobster.

Listening to the bombing outside.

His gaze was as still as an ancient well...

Or rather, he had anticipated this.

As one of the first "natives" to come to Socorro Island, he had extensive experience with bombings.

It would be strange if the Mexicans didn't react to such brazenness.

"The Mexicans are gone! The Mexicans are gone!" shouted a soldier from the Foreign Legion outside the cave.

Those hiding inside slowly peeked out, but Emilio Mora remained curled up, drawing from his experience.

There was no way the Mexicans would only strike once—they had to come back!

Sure enough, before long, the officers who had run out came rushing back in, their faces etched with panic.

The sound of bombing erupted outside again.