"..." At night, outside Stone Village, at the Imperial Army encampment.
John looked at Wendy and her group, who were escorting an Allied Forces major with one arm broken and despair written all over his face, while eagerly claiming credit before him.
At that moment, John deeply realized that he had still underestimated Wendy's ability to stir up trouble.
It was as if she had an Allied Forces magnet installed in her body. No matter where she went, she could always launch absurdly precise and deadly blows against the Allied Forces in ways he simply could not understand.
Last time, she had captured an Allied Forces squad captain alive. This time, she had directly brought him a major.
So next time, was she going to deliver Anna Splinter, the protagonist herself, right before Jail John, so she could have a protagonist power-up and kill him on the spot?
Why? Why were his plans always being inexplicably ruined by unforeseen factors?
Could this be fate?
"Spare me, please."
Desperate Jail John could not help sighing inwardly.
Then, looking at the enthusiastic Wendy, who kept blinking at him with a face that plainly said, "Second Lieutenant, praise me already,"
he ultimately forced a smile onto his face and praised her against his will.
"Well done, Sergeant Wendy. You truly haven't let down my expectations!"
"Hehe, it was all thanks to your wise leadership, Captain John. It had little to do with me!"
Seeing John take the initiative to praise her, Wendy proudly raised her little head and then gave an answer that made John's vision go dark.
"I'm telling the truth. The reason we were able to capture this guy so easily was all thanks to you. If you hadn't used the Empire Spirit to win over the villagers of Stone Village,