Where the Dry Gate Was Located
It was late at night.
In the past, a curfew would have been in effect across the entire base by this hour. Other than the patrols, no one would have been allowed outside.
But these past few days, Kengtou Base had been doomed to sleepless nights. Whether they were members of the combat forces or ordinary personnel, everyone was on edge and unable to sleep.
If the official flyers and notices had stirred up a huge commotion across the base and sparked heated discussions behind closed doors, then the bombing during the day had sounded the death knell for the entire base. It had made everyone feel firsthand the authorities' resolve, as well as the sense of crisis that the whole base was tottering on the brink and its downfall was drawing closer by the minute.
Some people simply couldn't understand it. The official notice had clearly shown no ill will—in fact, it had been quite polite. So why weren't Kengtou Base's leaders responding positively?
Was it really as the notice claimed? Had someone inside Kengtou Base sided with the alien races, worked for them, and betrayed the entire Human Faction?
At first, some people openly questioned it.
But they soon discovered that those who voiced their doubts publicly and shouted the loudest were mysteriously disappearing, never to be seen again.
There were tens of thousands of people at the base. Perhaps some had been temporarily reassigned to other locations. But disappearances this precise couldn't be explained away as temporary reassignments.
In short, what person who had survived until now wasn't sharp? Who couldn't figure out what was going on? Once they did, even the biggest loudmouths had no choice but to keep quiet.
What good did it do to speak your mind? Could