The Town Fire Squad replaced its deputy captain rashly, without a full-team vote, yet the team's morale not only failed to drop—it actually rose. Even the fatigue accumulated from days of fighting without rest quietly faded somewhat.
There was no helping it. In this world of Survival of the Fittest and Respect for the Strong, strength was always the most convincing hard currency.
With Merrick's abilities and caution, he could indeed lead the squad to gain considerable advantages when carrying out missions in Tier B areas within an eight-hundred-kilometer radius.
But once they ventured into the alien hinterlands beyond a thousand kilometers, everything became completely different.
The environment here was more complex, and the aliens were much stronger. At a time like this, Merrick's caution instead became a restraint.
His decisions became timid and hesitant. Not only could he no longer provide effective help to the team, but at certain critical moments, he might even become a burden.
In contrast, although Su Mo was usually quiet and taciturn, with little presence, he was simply too eye-catching in every battle. Standing there with a gun in each hand, he could take down an alien with nearly every shot, using pistols to forcefully produce the suppressive power of a machine gun.
Following such a powerhouse clearly gave them a greater chance of surviving in the current environment.
"Since the captain put it that way, I won't refuse."
Su Mo nodded and accepted the task, immediately beginning to exercise his authority as deputy captain. "I suggest that when we encounter scattered mercenary squads from now on, we try joining forces with them as well. The situation is completely different from before. The more people we gather, the greater our chances of survival."
"Gather those scattered squads?"
Zhao Lei was stunned for a moment,