The dawn in Nura Valley was terrifyingly silent.
Hakeem had already checked his watch for the fifth time, the gilded Rolex's hands glimmering with a bloody hue in the morning light.
This watch was stolen.
When he seized the gold mine back then, the original owner offered this gold watch, pleading for his life.
The result, of course, was no mercy.
Hakeem shot him in the head and took the watch.
To someone like him,
killing the other party and still getting the watch, why would he accept their plea?
He thought the mine owner was a fool.
Such a simple question, and he couldn't figure it out.
Killed him, both the mine and the gold Rolex became his.
It was already five in the morning, and the distant horizon began to pale.
Dawn was approaching.
But the convoy loaded with arms had yet to arrive.
He kicked a stone underfoot, raising a plume of red dust.
"Damn Americans! They promised to be here before sunrise!"
