"You..."
Watching Levian's reaction, General Sam's face turned green. His eyes reddened as he shouted curses at Levian.
"Fuck, you ran off without a second thought! How the hell did an old bastard like you become a general?"
"You want to know how I became a general?
That's how I became a general!
I stayed away from danger, tried hard to live a few extra decades, and had a general for a father. Naturally, I became a general!
You should learn from me too. Then you can retire peacefully like I did, and when you have nothing better to do, take the National Guard out hunting, Sam!"
With that, General Levian heavily patted Sam's shoulder, then cradled his big belly as he hurried into his vehicle.
Meanwhile, outside the National Guard's encirclement, Downton stared dumbfounded as the soldiers quickly climbed into their respective vehicles and sped away.
Watching the dust kicked up by the armored vehicles, Downton curiously stopped his car and climbed out through the door.
"They were aiming at me just a second ago, and now they've suddenly patted their asses and left. I was fucking ready to go on a killing spree. Are you screwing with me?"
After muttering to himself, Downton lifted a foot to shut the car door and walked toward the pile of corpses in the distance.
Without the National Guard's help, the workload of General Lane's few remaining subordinates immediately multiplied.
Looking at the Navy SEALs still moving bodies around, Downton walked toward them.
As he walked, Downton called out a greeting from afar.
"Hey, guys, your gear looks a lot better than the stuff those people who ran off were carrying.
Can you tell me what happened here? Why are there so many bodies? I don't remember killing this many people. There