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Razer calmly replied, "If Commander Chen thinks we're joking around, then please remember one thing."

"what?"

"We at Rhode Island are a pharmaceutical company."

When Razer said those words, a faint blush appeared on her face, because her former employer was Blacksteel International. Bringing up Rhodes Island's name now just gave off a traitorous vibe.

Razer was completely unaware that a certain sly fox had pulled out his mobile device and pressed record as soon as she opened her mouth.

"What do you mean?"

Superintendent Chen's eyebrows unconsciously rose.

"Eliminate monsters? Ensure important targets aren't taken away by Reunion? Such trivial matters aren't our top priority. We are Rhodes Island, a medical institution dedicated to improving social relations between ordinary people and the infected. There's only one thing we have to do right now, but it's not the Guard Bureau's top priority. Do I even need to repeat that, Superintendent Chen?"

Razer returned the gaze with indifferent eyes, its aura of bloodlust from years of fierce battles permeating the air.

Although she is honest, she is also a mercenary.

Mercenaries have guts.

Even though Razer was shorter than Chen Huijie, her aura blocked the other party's pressure, and they confronted each other head-on.

"Rhodes Island is saying that you can let that monster run rampant in Lungmen just for Misha's sake? Do you even realize that if you let that monster escape, Lungmen will be on constant alert for any potential attacks? It's either a decisive strike or a well-prepared attack. Do you even understand that?!"

"Yes."

If Lin were here, he would definitely reply like this, right?

Unfortunately, Razer isn't that brave, and she won't let the other side hold her by the throat like that.

"So the Guard Bureau is planning to sacrifice an insignificant infected person for Lungmen? To exchange an infected person from the bottom of society for the peace of the great city of Lungmen, everyone will applaud this brave girl. Congratulations, congratulations—do you think we would agree to such a thing?! That's why we're here now, because the Guard Bureau has never taken infected people seriously!"

Razer seized upon the core of the opponent's problem, responding with a scathing attack—a barrage of human rights-based discrimination. You talk to me about the trolley problem? I'll counter with a new set of social values. You just want to stand on the moral high ground, huh? Okay, you stand tight, don't fall!

"If thinking alone could solve the problem, then I would never have left my hometown to become a soldier in the first place. If I wanted to change my increasingly decadent hometown, wouldn't I just have to stay at home and lie in bed dreaming every day?"

Razer continued firing, showing no intention of stopping. She hissed, "Listen up, I'll get straight to the point. Our goal is to ensure Misha's survival during the rescue. Even if she's missing an arm, even if her chin needs to be replaced with an alloy, even if Misha is completely battered, as long as she lives, Rhodes Island will definitely be able to heal her! Don't let a child's life be taken away for the sake of adults' interests."

Razer drew her pistol from her sling, raised her flash shield, and, under Franka's adoring gaze, led the Rhodes Island team in an attack on the Reunion camp. As for whether the Guard Bureau would decide to provide support or leave to relocate the monster's coordinates using Lungmen's intelligence network… whatever the outcome, it didn't matter.

They have only one goal.

Block the Reunification Movement here and create an opportunity for Amiya.

Superintendent Chen did not stop them, letting Rhodes Island leave, while she stood there with a gloomy expression.

"Hey, Old Chen?"

Hoshiguma reached out and placed her hand on Chen Huijie's shoulder, carefully tilting her head to look at her face, and asked, "Are you angry?"

"Not angry."

"Hehe, are you angry?"

"...I'm not angry."

"Hehe, live—"

"I am angry!"

Old Chen raised his arm and clamped it around Hoshiguma's neck, locking her in his arms and twisting her neck tightly.

She wasn't just angry; she was absolutely furious! To be lectured by a little girl, and with such logic and conviction! Don't infected people's lives matter? How was she supposed to answer that question? It wasn't even her! What right did she have to demand that Misha sacrifice herself for Lungmen? Lungmen knew exactly how he treated Misha.

"Rhodes Island, if you let that monster escape like this, I will never let you off so easily! Alerting the enemy will only put Lungmen in danger. How can you not understand such a simple principle! With the Guard Bureau around, wouldn't that increase the chances of rescuing Misha? Say something! Hoshiguma! Why don't they understand us?!"

"Ugh... Ugh... Pfft..."

Buried in the blissful zone, Hoshiguma could not breathe. She was in pain and pleasure as she was being held in his arms, and she almost drowned in the gentle embrace.

"Ah! Are you alright, Hoshiguma!"

Chen Huijie then realized that she had acted out of anger and quickly let go of his hand.

Hoshiguma reluctantly left those firm and soft breasts, tilting her head back and taking a deep breath.

So cool.

This was the first time Hoshiguma had ever been captured and felt so happy.

"Rhode Island..."

Hoshiguma covered her burning nose, her face flushed. She took a deep breath and said in a slightly off-key voice, "Old Chen, you can trust Rhodes Island. If it's Amiya, she can definitely do it."

"...You mean I can't do it?"

Chen Huijie's eyes instantly turned dangerous, gleaming red.

That was the look in her eyes, sharp and menacing, when she discovered her boyfriend praising another woman.

"I didn't say that, it's just that, that, right...?" Hoshiguma's survival instincts prompted her to immediately deny it. She rubbed her red nose and answered with her Oni instincts, "I think Amiya is a very responsible person, just like you. If it's her, I'm willing to believe her. She won't give up on Misha, just like you won't give up on Lungmen. She'll definitely be able to come up with a good solution."

"...You just spout nonsense."

Chen Huijie rolled her eyes at Hoshiguma, her anger subsiding slightly.

She gazed at the backs of Rhodes Island and the others as they resolutely plunged into the battlefield, a sight that would move even the Iron Lady of Lungmen.

When will the Guard Bureau ever work together like these people to accomplish something? For some reason, this absurd thought popped into Chen's head. She shook her head, trying to shake it off. But the more she tried to avoid thinking about it, the clearer it became. The current state of the Lungmen Guard Bureau was like a giant beast riddled with apoplexy; it still appeared majestic and imposing, but beneath its wrinkled skin lay writhing parasites.

In contrast, Rhodes Island is like a dragon, dominating wherever it goes.

Chen Huijie sighed softly and made a decision: "Hoshiguma, you stay and help Rhodes Island."

"Huh?" Hoshiguma was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding, and nodded blankly, "Okay."

“I’ll take the Guard Bureau squad to a different location; we don’t need that many people here. If this stalemate continues, the Reunion Movement’s course of action may very well slip out of our control. Since Rhodes Island wants to take the lead, let them. We’ll prepare remedial measures in advance,” Superintendent Chen said calmly. Her implication was that she temporarily agreed with Rhodes Island’s actions, but she wouldn’t push all the burden onto them.

The safety of Lungmen is protected by Lungmen, and the Guard Bureau will always be Lungmen's shield.

"I understand. Be careful yourself."

Hoshiguma nodded, a look of approval on her face, and a smile spread across her lips.

Before leaving, Chen said, "Hoshiguma, after this mission, let's go to that newly opened bar on the corner of the city."

"Okay, I promise you."

Chapter 338 Black Steel CP, Number One Under Heaven (Third Update)

"Franka, how are your injuries? Are you alright?"

On the battlefield, Razer maintained the advance of its troops while asking Franka a question.

“Absolutely no problem! Dr. Gavial’s healing magic is amazing. Although I lost the memory of receiving the treatment, I’m completely unharmed now. Gavial must be a remarkable doctor. I must thank her after this mission.”

Franka looked at her clothes, which bore numerous wounds, revealing skin as white as snow, completely unmarked—a testament to her top-tier skincare. If it weren't for the persistent tingling sensation in her chest, she wouldn't have known she was injured.

"really."

Razer recalled the image of Gavial wielding the Originium staff, which resembled a warhammer, and swinging it down at Franka, and nodded silently: "She is indeed a very remarkable... well, a doctor."

Franka didn't understand why Razer showed fear when doctors were mentioned. Could it be that Razer was afraid of needles at his age? That shouldn't be the case. If it were that fun, she would have played doctor-patient games with Razer long ago.

If there's a chance later, I'll take Razer to Dr. Gavial for treatment.

Franka thought to herself, then picked up the bundle of twelve standard rapiers tied together in her backpack.

Her thermite sword reached zero durability and shattered into pieces during her battle with the three parasites, Irie. Now she can only make do with this common weapon, or she'll have to consider using the Flame Fist.

Considering Franka's extremely fierce fighting style and the lack of suitable weapons for her, Razer had no choice but to prioritize quantity over quality. At worst, they could emulate a certain Grim Reaper wielding dual shotguns, making the logistics department curse them out for their meddling.

Franka whispered, "You're so charming. Although you're usually so obedient and timid, the way you confronted that Commander Chen just now was really cool. I'm infatuated with you again, really."

"I'm just stating the facts—what are you talking about?!"

Razer stumbled forward, nearly falling due to her slow reaction time.

"It's nothing~ The wind's too strong, I can't hear you~"

"Stop! Don't run so far ahead, it's dangerous up there, you idiot!"

"It's no big deal, I'm here. Look, the Reunion Movement has spotted us... Alright, first line of defense breached!"

In peak condition, Franka broke through the encirclement with ease, charging directly into the chaotic Reunion Movement and shattering their encirclement. Her speed continued to increase, and even though the terrain was a high platform that was easy to defend, she used extreme speed and power to break through the walls.

"We've been ambushed from the rear! Sorcerer, come back quickly! The enemy's vanguard is here; we've fallen into a trap! This is a diversionary tactic!"

The Reunion Movement member shouted, appearing quite panicked. Judging from his words, he was probably being attacked elsewhere as well.

Without a commander, the squad is unable to relay effective orders, significantly reducing its operational capabilities. Before it even begins, its fighting strength is already halved, resembling a disorganized rabble.

This is the fatal flaw unique to disorganized groups: they cannot build a victorious army with iron discipline like a regular army. If the division commander falls, there's the brigade commander; if the brigade commander falls, there's the regimental commander; if the regimental commander falls, there's the battalion commander; if the battalion commander falls, there's the company commander. Therefore, orders can always be issued accurately and effectively. Even when faced with a stronghold that must be captured, there will always be someone at the forefront, guiding the soldiers in a fearless charge.

"Block her! Block her! Sorcerer, where is the sorcerer? What are you looking at?! There's clearly only one enemy vanguard, why are you just standing there motionless?! Have you really betrayed us?! Aren't you and I comrades?! Sorcerer! Quick, quick! Attack her!"

"It's not good for your friends to argue."

Franka offered a friendly reminder, and with a flash of sword light, blood gushed forth as she easily beheaded her opponent.

This is a bloody battlefield, not a game of make-believe. Since there is no way out, only one of us can survive.

At this moment, the Reunion Movement mage in the distance finally erupted. He wasn't seeking revenge for his comrade, but rather because he was too slow to run. Rather than be caught and killed, he figured he might as well fight to the death; perhaps there was still a chance of survival.

This is a classic example of being timid when you should be timid, but incredibly stubborn when you shouldn't be reckless.

Upon seeing this, Razer immediately shouted, "Franka! Watch out at four o'clock! You...you've moved out of safe distance! I can't cover you anymore!"

"I don't seem like the type to do things without a plan, do I? Watch my ultimate move—Defense Descent!" Franka smiled confidently, then turned and ran, pointing her index finger at Liskarm. "I choose you, Electric! Attack!"

"Don't use coded language at a time like this!"

Razer blushed slightly. Her idol, the legendary mercenary BIG BOSS, was known for his quirky remarks, and his classic quotes had become a sensation in the mercenary world, inspiring countless imitators. These words were usually incomprehensible, but they were undeniably catchy.

Everyone speaks the Qin language, and everyone is a Qin person.

Fireballs rose into the night sky—a basic, simple spell that even infected individuals without Originium Arts training could cast. The fireballs, trailing long plumes of flame, hurtled through the air like a meteor shower. However, Liskarm and Franka were still some distance apart; her heavy armor was simply too cumbersome! Not to mention the bulky communication device she was carrying, which slowed her down.

If Franka were wielding a thermite sword, she wouldn't need to retreat at all; she could simply stand still and stab it to pieces. However, her current equipment is rather pathetic; no matter how skilled she is in combat, it's all for naught if her equipment isn't up to par.

At the critical moment, a dark figure brushed past Franka, raising a black shield to block the fireball mixed with mud and rocks.

One fireball after another was successfully blocked, and burning fragments slid down the battle-scarred triangular shield. The shield-bearer breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness we made it in time. To stubbornly resist such a spell was simply audacious."

"Thanks, I owe you a favor, big officer from Lungmen."

Franka stopped and looked at the good-natured Inspector Hoshiguma with a grin. She felt a certain warmth emanating from him. How to put it? It was that kind of feeling that made you want to tease him—yes, just like Razer!

“It’s nothing. But Franka, your aggression is too strong. If you go so deep into enemy territory, you’re likely to be cut off from your lifeline, and your teammates won’t be able to keep up. Besides, you’ve killed so many enemies, and the Reunion Movement’s attention is all on you… Are you really sure you’re okay?” Hoshiguma asked from a tactical perspective. She didn’t mean to belittle Franka; she was just worried that she might get carried away.

"It's okay. At times like this, we have to trust our reliable partners."

Franka patted her chest in assurance, her breasts surging, the tattered fabric of her clothes gleaming with a milky sheen.

"Ha, ha... Franka! You're way too far ahead!" Razer's angry shouts came from behind.

"Look, she's caught up with us now."

Franka stood with her hands on her hips, looking proud, like a lucky person showing off their gacha pulls or a jerk colleague showing off his wife's lunchbox.

Immediately afterwards, Razer mercilessly slammed her head down, causing her to crouch down and clutch her head, whimpering and faintly wisps of white smoke rising from it.

It's clear that Razer showed no mercy; she even unintentionally unleashed a burst of electricity due to her emotional outburst.

"Why did you rush into the enemy so recklessly? I really don't understand you! Have you forgotten the pain as soon as the wound heals?"

"Of course it's because... if we don't fight, we can't survive!"

"I already said, don't use coded language at times like this!"

Razer immediately delivered another powerful dunk, smashing it onto Franka's head.

The sight of them looking like an old married couple touched Hoshiguma slightly, making her a little envious.

So that's how it is. You can confidently entrust your back to the other person, believing they will be able to catch up?

But does such a person really exist...? Hoshiguma wondered, and a figure gradually emerged in her mind. A slender back, a black hooded coat, cobalt blue eyes, and a tone of voice that was as unquestionable as an emperor's, exuding confidence and an indescribable charm. It was as if just having him standing in front of you could make you feel at ease and give you invincible courage.

Why did I think of that person?

Hoshiguma slowly opened her eyes, somewhat flustered, unsure of what this feeling was.

"Huh? Commander Hoshiguma? What happened to you? Did you get burned on your face by the fireball? Why is it so red!"

"Iron-willed Razer asked, even in the dark countryside, she could clearly see the other person's face by the light of the fire."