"No need. Leave it to us."
The yellow-haired middle-aged man, who had been sitting in the middle and barely said a word, suddenly spoke up.
Recognizing who had spoken, the senior officers present had no objections.
They merely reminded him, "Can Team One move out? How are we going to explain this to the City Council?"
The yellow-haired middle-aged man—the captain of City Direct Military's Team One—slowly rose to his feet.
"We don't need orders. They've come right to our doorstep. Our actions count as self-defense."
As he rolled his wrists, the yellow-haired man headed outside.
It seemed he had already notified his team before making the suggestion.
Sure enough, the members of City Direct Military's Team One were waiting in orderly formation outside the Combat Command Room.
The yellow-haired man nodded in satisfaction. "You all heard that, right?"
"We heard."
"Let's hurry up and finish this. It's almost time for my midnight snack."
"Boring."
In fact, City Direct Military's Team One was the only team that didn't recruit members directly from outside. Instead, it gathered elite members from other teams.
As a result, any member of this team could have ranked third or higher in any team other than Team One.
With strength came pride.
The yellow-haired man was clearly used to his team's casual attitude, and simply ignored it. "Then let's move."
By then, some of the faster Rebel Army members had already reached the building housing the Combat Command Center, though they hadn't yet managed to break inside.
Someone fired at the building's glass windows and shouted, "Those bigwigs are definitely hiding in there! Charge!"
The moment the rebels saw a real chance to hurt the City Council's upper ranks, they grew feverish and surged toward the building in a wave.
Watching this, Commander Zhang actually furrowed