"Found it!" Commander Red rushed into the room, opened the safe, and took out a beautiful golden pistol and a Six-Star Dragon Ball.
His adjutant, Black, stood behind him, watching Commander Red hold the Dragon Ball with a hopeful expression. His feelings were complicated, and he was deeply disappointed in him.
Commander Red tucked the golden pistol into his belt, wrapped the Six-Star Dragon Ball against his chest, and immediately hurried toward the door and the helipad, issuing orders as he ran:
"Black, gather the soldiers right now. Hold them back for me. I can't die."
Commander Red wanted Black to lead the soldiers in delaying He-El so that he could escape.
Black finally stopped running after Commander Red. He drew a pistol from his waist, aimed it at the clumsily fleeing Commander Red, and asked:
"Commander Red, if you gathered all seven Dragon Balls, what would be the first thing you did?"
Black still wanted to give Commander Red one last chance. After all, this was the man he had always regarded as someone worth following.
Perhaps I was wrong.
"Of course, I'd increase my height first, then deal with He-El. Don't worry, Black. The Red Ribbon Army won't forget your contributions. Once we succeed and rule the Earth, you and I will share the glory."
Commander Red did not even look back as he ran. Out of fear, he spoke the truth buried in his heart. Even while fleeing, he did not forget to make empty promises to Black.
Commander Red knew something about controlling his subordinates. He still had not forgotten to exploit Black to the fullest.
Black was utterly disappointed now. He sighed and shook his head, feeling that all these years of loyalty had been misplaced. Watching Commander Red's pathetic back, he raised his gun