"Those two died just like that?"
Inside the stealth aircraft's cabin, the atmosphere had grown somewhat tense.
The six Psionicists were all considering what to do next.
Four of the six came from a fixed Psionic Capital operations team, under the [Psionic Capital Gray Feather Investigation Team].
The other two, along with the one C-Class and one D-Class Psionicist who had just been sniped at Fortress Gate Three, had been temporarily transferred over from Fortress No. 82...
Fodder.
So, although two Psionicists had already died, it did not have much impact on this Gray Feather Investigation Group squad.
Those two loudmouthed pieces of fodder had been sent out to test the waters in the first place.
"As expected of the Devil Commander-in-Chief's territory."
A somewhat husky female voice, naturally carrying a seductive quality, sounded out.
The woman speaking was codenamed Shaman, a B-Class Telekinetic Psionicist with wheat-colored skin and a fit, toned figure.
Shaman dressed very sexily. A brown bandeau was the only fabric covering her upper body, while she wore a soft pale-gray long skirt below. A thin veil covered her fairly attractive face, and her light-blue eyes carried a hint of mystery.
A Crystal Ball sat before Shaman, and she occasionally rubbed it with her hand.
Across from Shaman sat a burly man at least two meters tall, codenamed Bristle Bear, a B-Class Body Enhancement Psionicist.
Bristle Bear folded his arms and frowned.
"The Devil Commander-in-Chief is my idol. If possible, I don't want to cause trouble on his turf."
"Oh, give it a rest. Every muscle man bigger than you is your idol."
The captain of the four-person squad, an unkempt middle-aged woman, snapped irritably.
The middle-aged woman's codename was Dragonfly Aunt—these codenames had all been chosen by the members themselves when they joined.
Dragonfly Aunt's face