Two of the bottles caught a glance—it was a "Water of Life" Vodka with an alcohol content as high as 96%.
This stuff is used for mixing drinks; drinking it straight can give you an out-of-body experience.
He smashed the bottles, letting the liquor soak into the thick carpet by the bedroom door, then closed the door, took out a hand grenade, pulled the pin, and set up a trap mine at the lock.
Then, with a quick stride, he rushed to Zayed, who was paralyzed with fear on the ground, yanked him up roughly, and dragged him to a corner away from the door and window.
"Stay here! Keep your head down!"
Song Heping shoved him behind a heavy solid wood dressing table, commanding with an undeniable tone.
This spot could temporarily shield him from direct fire from the doorway.
Zayed's face was pale, his body trembling, stammering, "Is... is it you?! Song... thank you... they..."
Song Heping didn't have time to listen to his nonsense.
