"No, I've finished putting everything in order. I'm the only person in this basement, along with two thousand kilograms of high explosives," Mogwin said, adjusting his glasses.
"What?" Hange was bewildered and shaken.
"Miss Hange, your companions should have reached the surface above us by now. And the reason they were able to find this place has to do with four people. You should know their names."
"Angel, Tailor, Poet, Dusk."
Faint tremors began to travel through the ground, as though confirming Mogwin's words. Hange's pupils contracted.
"They're Marley's finest agents, members of the Seven Codename Agents. Each stands at the pinnacle of what an individual human can achieve in combat. Apart from the Titans, they're the talents Marley takes the greatest pride in, because they're true Marleyans," Mogwin said.
"Your companions were able to get here because of them. Only they could make the Survey Corps' elite believe the information about your location was genuine while also making them feel they'd worked hard to obtain it," Mogwin said slowly.
"The two thousand kilograms of high explosives here would sustain a regiment through several days of intense fighting. Once they come underground, a single detonation will leave nothing of them, not even ashes. Even Chen Si would struggle to withstand such an immense release of energy in so short a time," Mogwin said.
"You captured me just to lure them here and kill them?" Hange's expression turned grim.
"Chen Si!!! Armin!!! Don't come in!!!" Hange shouted at the ceiling.
"It's no use. We're twelve meters underground, and the soundproofing is excellent. Several layers of steel plates and earth will block your voice. They should already be above us. It's only a matter of time before they come in. Once they do, even if the explosion doesn't kill them, they'll be