Between a haze of sleep, Chen Hansheng was woken by a sound. He opened his eyes to a blinding light and a throbbing headache from the previous night's drinking.,"Damn Chen Hansheng, with Iraq the way it is now and the US about to attack Saddam, aren't you wishing I'd die sooner",After everything in his stomach was vomited, Chen Hansheng's mind gradually cleared, and Wang Zibao's current image finally began to overlap with his memory.。