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"What’s going on? I want to hear your reasons."
Russell pulled the two aside, greeting them privately, clearly to avoid others while asking questions.
As a leader, it was only natural.
He knew his subordinates might make some foolish mistakes, but he still wanted to clarify the situation before deciding whether to forgive them.
The three moved to a corner.
Russell waited quietly for a moment, and his impatience finally got the better of him. "So, what happened?"
Yasuo shook his head. "This isn’t our fault. It was actually because they were drinking and smoking while on duty. We were keeping a close watch on our surroundings. At that time, I was using my senses to detect airflow and movements within a hundred meters."
Russell glanced at Yasuo, curious about how he had figured things out so quickly. He then turned to Anis, whose eyes were slightly red. "Is that true?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Please see it clearly, boss. That’s exactly what happened; they broke the rules first," Anis hurriedly defended himself.
Russell frowned for a moment, but soon that look of resistance faded. He nodded slightly and said, "Alright, I will handle this matter. But remember, you cannot make such foolish mistakes while on duty again. You’re not just playing with your own life; everyone’s lives are in your hands. Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes! I know I was wrong. I promise it won’t happen again next time," Anis repeatedly nodded in apology.
Seeing his remorseful demeanor, Russell initially considered punishing him as a lesson for others but thought better of it; it wasn’t an intentional mistake after all.
"Alright then, just don’t play on your computer while on duty next time. I don’t care what great things you think you can do with it in the future; you know where you are. If you die here, all your dreams and ideals will go down the drain."
"Yes, I understand." Anis kept his head down, willingly accepting the apology.
Russell noticed that the spirits of the two seemed a bit low, so he took a deep breath and lightly patted their shoulders. "Forget it, let's go back and rest."
"Okay."
The two stood still, slightly bowed, and turned to leave.
Russell returned to his original spot and found that the members of the Suicide Squad, particularly Old Black, were dealing with more than just smoking and drinking issues.
Although hunters sometimes took a few puffs or sipped on alcohol as part of their daily needs, these substances ultimately harmed one's health.
Especially alcohol; in a place filled with threats where death was always lurking nearby, drinking was not just a simple mistake—it could lead to fatalities.
The responsibilities they bore did not allow for another failure.
Their lives were not under Russell's jurisdiction, and even if he were to carry out other missions in the future, partnering with this group would be impossible.
Perhaps years later, if he returned to the original territory and saw those familiar comrades sacrificing themselves during a mission, it would not be an unlikely scenario.
However, if they were to complete this mission, even with powerful hunters involved, the performance of this group from the Suicide Squad could not be tolerated.
Smoking might be overlooked, but drinking and gambling all required immense energy.
A scattered focus made it impossible to foresee the lurking dangers around them.
Though the Old Blacks of the Suicide Squad did not fear death, watching lives disappear one by one made Russell's heart feel as if it were bleeding.
"Freyr, take a good look around. Elevate your senses to Ultimate level and try to cover nearly five hundred meters. Can you do that?" Russell approached Freyr and asked softly.
"Well, it seems quite challenging," Freyr said, shaking his head with a hint of difficulty. "My sensory coverage for Ultimate is currently two hundred meters. Anything beyond that can only be defined as a vague range. Out of those two hundred meters, only about one hundred seventy meters are within my control. The remaining zero meters are barely manageable, but that's just how Ultimate works."
"Ah, is that all you can manage? Then let's go with that," Russell said awkwardly, scratching his head.
It dawned on him that he had made a serious mistake by asking someone with weaker abilities to accompany him on watch duty.
Weak ability did not mean that Freyr was the weakest in strength; rather, it referred to his current sensory capabilities not being very strong.
It was understandable, considering he had not been a hunter for long. Yet, by coincidence, he had just become a hunter when faced with a task that would be difficult to encounter even in twenty years.
He hadn't anticipated this. However, the enhancement of sensory abilities was not something to rush; it required gradual accumulation of insights to continuously improve one's sensory skills.
Even the least skilled hunters could easily retract their sensory expansion to a range of three hundred meters.
Five hundred meters was too much to ask of him; he was still a newcomer in the field.
Russell had miscalculated, having assumed Freyr was competent simply because he had performed well in previous challenges and helped them through many difficulties.
Now it seemed clear that Freyr still had a long way to go.
After all, a newcomer was still a newcomer, and the depth of understanding was related to the length of time spent honing those skills.
But an ordinary person could not achieve this. If a child began training their sensory abilities from an early age, they would likely be able to surpass most skilled Ability users when they grew up, their sensory capabilities far exceeding those of their peers.
However, those who believed they could train this aspect likely did not understand that children often go through a phase where their focus is scattered; this was not the child's fault.
A child simply cannot maintain a high level of concentration or the desire to focus on a single task.
Even in the most basic learning, most children struggle to remain undistracted, let alone handle the more challenging sensory training that is merely a fanciful idea for adults who speak so eloquently.
"The distance of one hundred meters is really too close; the most controllable range is two hundred meters. Can you guarantee that everything in this area is within your observation?" Russell spoke softly once again.
"I suppose so," Freyr replied absentmindedly.
"What I’m asking is whether you can. If not, you can tell me directly; it’s fine," Russell's tone became slightly firmer.
"Alright." Freyr understood what Russell was thinking; if he didn't perform well, he would be replaced immediately.
But now that he had joined this mission, how could he allow others to look down on him?
He knew that his current abilities had already gained recognition from everyone. With his skills, even if he were attacked again by the dangerous Broken Back Flame Centipede, he would find a way to survive, while perhaps others in the team might not be able to do the same.
Although Russell appeared unfazed on the surface, he was worried about Freyr's potential refusal.
This could lead the entire team into a passive situation, but everyone was well aware of this fact.
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