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Pristo found himself in a dilemma. Thanks to the fear instilled by the Tactical Nuclear Weapon, both he and William remained silent, not making a sound, which temporarily kept them hidden from the approaching Serpent support.
If they quietly slipped away now, there was a good chance they could escape. But what would happen to the Tactical Nuclear Weapon if they just left? Would they leave it for the Serpent? God knows what those lunatics would do with it. They might just go crazy one day and turn the city into a Nuclear Explosion Metropolis!
Staying behind to guard the Tactical Nuclear Weapon and confront the Serpent support head-on? Please, let’s not forget that just a few minutes ago, two guys armed with only small handguns were turned into Swiss cheese by Serpent submachine guns.
It felt like a cycle repeating itself; Pristo and William were just two men with two small handguns facing an unknown number of armed Serpent reinforcements. The idea of holding onto the Tactical Nuclear Weapon was pure fantasy—a dream that had no basis in reality.
After a moment of heated deliberation, Pristo, who had a wife and kids at home, decided to escape. Worst case scenario, he would resign after this and move his family far away from the metropolis to start anew in another city. Sure, it would make life difficult moving forward, but compared to the risk of being obliterated in a Nuclear Explosion, a little hardship seemed trivial. Life was the most important thing.
He gently tugged at William, signaling him to prepare for their escape. However, William was reluctant; confusion etched across his face as he whispered in a low voice filled with frustration, “Captain! We can’t leave! We can’t let the Serpent discover this!”
A rough hand covered William’s mouth while Pristo’s gaze turned icy. He communicated through clenched teeth, “Obey orders!”
People often got carried away; just moments ago, he had praised William for being obedient, but now it seemed he was easily impulsive. Unable to resist Pristo’s command, William clenched his fists but ultimately followed his captain’s orders reluctantly.
They relaxed their bodies and moved slowly, inching away behind another container as they began their retreat.
Just as they slipped away, Serpent members arrived: “Hey! Poniel! Still alive? Wake up!”
“Stop shouting! There’s no saving him now,” one of them grumbled. “Looks like we have some cute little mice hiding back here who took care of Poniel.”
“Xie Te! What about those two bottles of liquor Poniel swiped from me? Can’t get them back now?”
“Bojins! This container is open; could that little thief who stole from Poniel be hiding inside?”
The Serpent Man cursed under his breath, quickly falling into a silence. Faced with the Tactical Nuclear Weapon, regardless of whether it was tactical or strategic, just the sight of the Nuclear Weapon Symbol was enough to turn anyone into a quivering mess.
"Bo, Bojins! This, this! Divine Socks!"
"Shut up! I’m trying to contact the boss," he stammered, attempting to make a video call.
Listening quietly, Pristo let out a sigh of relief and retreated more stealthily, not daring to make a sound. Just as he was successfully navigating the edge of the Transport Ship and was about to disembark, he suddenly froze.
Captain Ryan of the Investigation Bureau's Third Action Team personally led six vehicles straight to the Transport Ship, fully armed, each member wearing bulletproof vests that glinted under the light.
Pristo found himself cornered just as he was preparing to leave. Ryan looked somewhat bewildered. "Pristo? What are you doing here?"
"Listen to me!" Pristo exclaimed as he saw reinforcements from the Investigation Bureau arriving. He quickly changed his tone. "There’s a Tactical Nuclear Weapon and Serpent Men!"
"Don’t doubt it! There is a Tactical Nuclear Weapon! Be careful when you shoot! It’s in a Red Container! Ryan, trust me!"
The previously quiet Transport Ship suddenly echoed with Pristo's roar, and any Serpent Man who wasn’t completely deaf could hear it.
In an instant, they charged forward, determined to seize the initiative and avoid being caught off guard. Ryan and Pristo had worked together for a long time; their mutual understanding and trust were at an all-time high.
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