"Bai Xinyan, you scheming bitch! You've gone too far!"
The long-awaited approval had been sent back again, and Captain Jimmy finally snapped. Roaring, he kicked the stool in front of him flying. His swinging arm nearly struck Director Ohara of the SCA in the nose, and his whole body seemed to form a terrifying vortex.
It was Mende, the team's second-in-command, who broke out in a cold sweat and tried to soothe him. "Chief, calm down. You need to calm down."
Captain Jimmy answered with another roar. "Calm my ass! Process my ass! Every single step in this is garbage plastered together with shit!"
Then what did that make you, the one who started it all?
No matter what, Mende could not say that aloud. He could only keep extending his arms and pressing them downward, putting every bit of expression and body language he had into persuading his nearly irrational superior.
"This is an extraordinary time, Jimmy! Think about the airship over a thousand kilometers away. Think about that state..."
"That goddamn state! That Black Heart Salt did it on purpose. This is some dirty deal between her and the Blood Flame Order. She seized every possible opportunity!"
Stared at by Captain Jimmy's coal-hot eyes, Mende's mind went blank for a moment. Aside from being overwhelmed by the man's imposing presence, he could also feel the stronger rank suppression emphasized by the Seventh Generation Core.
His mouth opened and closed twice, but the rest of his words did not come out in time.
"Excellent. She wants to disgust people through procedure? I'll play along to the end. It's nothing more than stepping in shit again. I'll report the new discoveries here to the East Asia Affairs Department... Are you deaf? Memory loss? You didn't record that whole analysis just