He suddenly tore open the tattered front of his military uniform, revealing underneath the abrasions and bruises that, though simply treated, still appeared gruesome.
They were actually injuries sustained during his escape, but at this moment, from the perfect angle, they looked like wounds caused by shrapnel or explosions.
"Look at this! Look at my guards!"
He pointed to Guard Captain Casim and the few surviving guards supported beneath the car.
"We had over a hundred people fighting bravely to escort the Chairman out! But there were too many enemies! They were prepared! Rockets, machine guns, snipers... They weren't aiming to capture or negotiate; they wanted a beheading! They wanted to completely obliterate the leadership core of the Kurd people!"
His voice began to choke.
It was a masterful performance.
