Some people wanted to die, but more wanted to live.
The dead had all kinds of attachments, and so did the living.
So after making his choice in that instant, the deputy could only sigh, turn around, and run. Since the Director did not want to leave and wanted to die, there was no way he could persuade him otherwise!
He also knew what the Director would face after returning, but even ants clung to life, let alone people. Even if he ended up in prison later, he could still stay alive!
Yet he had not expected his superior to prefer death over retreat, so he could only withdraw first.
Of course, he did not understand why his superior had chosen death. In truth, only by dying could his family be safe. Perhaps one day, when this deputy reached his superior's position and faced the same choice, he might understand what today's decision had truly been for.
What the deputy thought about now was his family. He still had a whole household to support, as well as numbers two, three, four, five, and six, and he had not yet grown tired of Missy. Therefore, he wanted to live.
"Sorry, Director!" The deputy looked back at his Director as he bent low and ran at full speed, silently giving him a thumbs-up in his heart.
"Eh?" Chen Mo spotted a Grey Skin who seemed to be a commander. He stood up from his hiding place, bravely raised his rifle, aimed at Chen Mo, and was about to fire.
This Grey Skin had a bit of a belly. He was not particularly fat, but the insignia on his collar showed that he was a leader.
Chen Mo had not expected him not to run, but instead to aim at him and prepare