Jincheng Sanatorium.
It was an institution in another city under the jurisdiction of Freedom Wings.
It admitted mid- and high-ranking personnel from Freedom Wings and provided different levels of care according to their positions.
As a former cardinal, Gibron held an exalted status, placing him in the highest rank within Freedom Wings.
His living environment and benefits were top-tier, so he had a private courtyard.
There was a garden, as well as a Labrador retriever for company.
McCleary, by comparison, had it somewhat worse. As a former frontline action team leader, he could only enjoy third-tier benefits.
Although he also had a private room, it was worlds apart from Gibron's.
Thus, despite having visited several times, McCleary still couldn't help sighing when he came to see Gibron today.
"Your surroundings are still much better, Bishop. Just look at this garden. It's so peaceful."
"Unlike my place, which has nothing but a communal lawn."
"Mm, your coffee is pretty good too. It's far better than the instant coffee they serve me."
Gibron smiled. "If you like it, take some home. I never finish my monthly ration anyway."
McCleary shook his head. "Forget it. I don't have the equipment at home. It's too much trouble."
"I'll just come here for a cup or two now and then."
Gibron stroked the Labrador at his feet. "I've heard that our situation isn't looking very good?"
McCleary nodded. "The White Swan Action Group and the Ninth Organ have withdrawn from the Iron Gull Strategic Chain."
"The German Iron Cavalry also recently withdrew their mechs and personnel."
"After losing Saint John Port, we successively lost Saint Mary Base and Saint Bourne Fortress."
"Now we only have five top-tier mechs that we can deploy."
"Old Morton really kicked an iron plate this time."
Gibron sighed. "That prophecy