"Keep firing!"
Watching the torpedoes they had already launched get lured away by decoys, Gin waved a hand, signaling them to continue.
Now that they had confirmed the system had vulnerabilities, there was no value in preserving it. The truly valuable brains had already been brought under their control, so there was no reason for this system to keep existing.
Rena Mizunashi, standing behind him, could not help glancing at him a few times.
When he gave the order to destroy it, Gin's tone even carried a hint of pleasure. It seemed this incident had truly annoyed him; he was already blowing things up to vent.
"They have an entire base there. The amount of equipment they have probably exceeds ours," Rena Mizunashi quietly reminded him. "Continuing the bombardment might not be effective."
"Someone will remotely shut those things down," Gin said without looking back. "Destroying it is that person's order."
The Boss was the will of the organization. Since he had given a clear order, Vermouth would certainly cooperate.
As they waited for the next torpedo launch, Vodka hurried over with a phone in hand.
This actually violated security requirements. A phone signal could interfere with the submarine's torpedo targeting system, and the conversation here could not be casually leaked. But Vodka's expression made it clear that only Gin could handle this matter.
"Big Brother, it's Binga..."
Those few words made Gin finally look away from the targeting display ahead.
"He's still alive," Rena Mizunashi remarked blandly.
Others did not know where this incident had begun, but she had followed the whole affair and understood what Tangze was doing. She knew very well that Tangze's target had been Binga from beginning to end.
Strategically speaking, Binga was one of the few remaining code-named members under Rum who stood on