"What, are you worried I'll become a burden to you? Besides, in the eyes of the military, Langley is the younger brother."
"No."
"I'm not old yet. Remember, I was the one who taught you how to shoot."
"..."
The corner of Lake's mouth twitched. Why did that sound so strange?
Ross stroked his beard. "Back when I went to war, you hadn't even been born yet. Back then, I was in Vietnam..."
Lake cut him off. "And you still came back with your tail between your legs."
He couldn't let Ross keep boasting.
If he let him go on, Lake had a feeling that if he didn't chop Ross up himself, some unknown entity would do it for him.
Lake said directly, "I'm not worried about you. But what about Karen and Betty?"
Tonight was Langley's final chance.
No.
That had already been decided when Langley sent people to assassinate Anna that afternoon.
Langley was in a position where he had no choice but to fire the arrow once it was nocked. If Anna survived until tomorrow, then, regardless of anything else, the director of the Overseas Bureau Three branch—an official of immense power—would inevitably make a trip to the gallows.
Therefore.
That branch director had probably gone Mad Demon. On this final night, who knew how many people he would send to claim Anna's life? Under those circumstances, with bullets flying everywhere, Karen and Betty would clearly become targets.
Ross said grimly, "I'll deploy troops here. I want to see who dares come tonight."
Did they think he was one of the military's three giants for nothing?
He could summon tens of thousands of troops in minutes. Not to mention anything else, flattening all of Langley would be more than enough.
Lake shook his head. "That won't do.