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However, the casualties from direct engagements with the Mobile Forces would undoubtedly be significant. In the effort to rescue local residents in human cities, the options were limited to deploying the Mobile Forces for rescue or resorting to bombardment, which would go against public sentiment. The two extremes presented a clear dilemma regarding which was the lesser evil.
In such situations, the primary approach often remained focused on using the Mobile Forces to rescue civilians.
After all, humanity was the torchbearer of civilization. If it meant sacrificing the survival interests of a few for the greater good, strategically stockpiling military power was not necessarily wrong. Ultimately, it would lead to the Zerg facing dire consequences.
The crux of the matter lay in humanity itself; without compassion, an army would become nothing more than puppets and instruments of destruction. They would lack hearts and only bring death and devastation, akin to demons.
Hilbert stepped outside, taking a deep breath before continuing, "Quickly send people to rescue over there. No matter what, we must bring them back. Take my personal guard; it's time for the Royal Hunter Team to mobilize."
As he spoke, he handed over the command card to Clinton. This card symbolized the authority of the Royal Hunter Team's commander. There was no need for familiarity; anyone holding this card could command them regardless of the mission. They recognized the card, not the person, and any mission could be executed with prior approval.
For hunters, there were still some unclear aspects regarding their missions. They only accepted tasks that had been approved and did not need to know for whom they were working. Knowing such details was often irrelevant; if they realized their actions were detrimental to humanity's interests, they would remain oblivious.
This understanding came only at a certain level of experience. Although they were part of the Royal Hunter Team and enjoyed high-status treatment, they were among the elite hunters who received greater rewards and recognition. Consequently, the danger associated with their missions was significantly higher.
Thus, not delving into the details behind their tasks under specific circumstances clearly benefited them. They avoided pondering meaningless matters, allowing them to execute missions smoothly. Generally speaking, overthinking could hinder performance.
Therefore, abstaining from inquiry was often the best choice. This cultural norm meant that hunters rarely questioned mission details; simply accepting tasks without inquiry yielded better outcomes for them.
After Clinton grasped these concepts, he watched Hilbert's retreating figure. He wanted to exchange pleasantries with his old friend but recognized that this was not the right moment. Engaging now would only exacerbate tensions; making such a serious mistake would understandably irritate even Hilbert himself.
Hilbert was indeed the soul of the Hunter Association, dedicating his life to developing hunters and transforming them into formidable warriors deserving of even greater honors.
However, at such a critical moment, the emergence of such an unforgivable problem made it seem like someone was deliberately causing trouble.
The system had crashed, delaying the allocation issues for Wanderer's Home. Then Clinton took the commander's card and went to another building, contacting a Commander from the Royal Hunter Team. Fortunately, this Commander also knew Freyr, the Commander of the 116th Hunter Team. There were many things here that were hard to understand; everything had been fine before, so how could it suddenly go wrong?
"When are you planning to set off?" Clinton asked. Of course, he didn’t have to tell them how significant the losses of this Hunter Team could be, as it might set back the association's culture for some time.
The veterans from the Royal Hunter Team were all renowned warriors. Hearing that their junior might face a setback in their mission due to such issues stirred strong emotions in them. Although Clinton could use his authority card to make them comply, this kind of culture only produced iron-willed soldiers. Thankfully, they did not disappoint him. This incident also made him realize that the indifference between them was merely an act; everyone cared about honor, but without competition, honor seemed worthless. Only when challenged by the strong did honor gain true meaning.
"We can set off as early as this afternoon," said the Commander. "Um, we need to prepare our gear, and the round trip will take a long time. We also need to take some precautionary measures and hold a meeting; all of this requires time. Three o'clock this afternoon is our final deadline, and we will be there on time. Please rest assured, Vice President." The Commander continued respectfully, even bowing slightly.
"Alright then, I'll come by to pick you up," replied Clinton, pausing for a moment before adding, "Oh, sorry, I forgot to mention that I’ll be joining you on this mission. Is that alright?"
"Well, that's even better! We are eager to see the true capabilities of the Vice President," said the Commander.
"What capabilities? You all are so careless that you need us old-timers to clean up after you. Honestly, you've even stirred up that guy Hilbert. This incident isn't big enough yet? Fine then, I'll come back in the afternoon and call for you. Just get your preparations done," said Clinton with a somewhat irritated tone before walking away.
As he exited the building under everyone's watchful eyes, he went off to handle his own matters.
However, something unexpected happened at that moment. Outside Wanderer's Home, a car sped into the association's parking lot with lightning speed. Even the guards at the entrance couldn’t restrain their actions; meanwhile, other events were about to unfold.
The occupants of the car wore expressions of intense fatigue. The vehicle itself was proof of their status, so even the guards at the entrance couldn’t stop them and instead opened the door for them.
"Finally, we've arrived. It's time to settle the score with those bastards who nearly got us killed back there," someone in the crowd shouted loudly, and the people around him displayed various expressions of anger.
They swaggered into Wanderer's Home, but as they entered, they were taken aback. The place was supposed to have staff ready to greet them, but now it was a chaotic mess, with large bags scattered all over the floor.
Unexpected events had unfolded, and having just returned to the guild, they were confused about everything. Just as one of them turned to look for someone, they realized no one was around; everyone had vanished. Then, from one of the rooms, a person emerged, looking dejected as he picked up a box and some luggage from the ground. He headed straight towards an area that led to the exit.
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