"Hello, hello, this is East Gate City Pass... We..."
A Young Soldiers from the Garrison Battalion picked up the phone to call for reinforcements.
Since they had not taken part in the checkpoint inspections, they were all holed up in another duty room.
The captain on duty reached out and stopped the Young Soldiers making the call.
"Captain..."
"I don't ask you to be a good person. At least be... someone from the Dragon Kingdom."
The captain gave the Young Soldiers a meaningful glance, and the latter instantly understood.
They were not the San Mu Group's lackeys. Though they skimmed a little off the top, they never crossed the line. These people of the Alien Races had gone too far.
"Hello, hello..."
The person on the other end called out urgently, "What's happening?"
After a moment of silence, the Young Soldiers said, "Reporting in. Our entire squad ate something bad today. Requesting leave for everyone."
"What?"
"Can't talk anymore. Our captain's got diarrhea so bad he's collapsed. We're going to the hospital now."
The Young Soldiers hung up.
The captain nodded in satisfaction and led his men swaggering out of the duty room, running straight into Old Ninth.
The two sides faced each other from over ten meters away. Earthworm and the soldiers opposite raised their guns at the same time.
The squad captain reached out and pushed down his men's gun barrels, muttering, "Fuck, they should've issued us glasses ages ago. Everything's so fucking blurry."
"Ah... right, Captain. I think I got dust in my eyes. I can't see anything."
"Heh."
A soldier wearing glasses looked scornfully at his teammates' lousy acting, then tossed his glasses onto the ground and crushed them underfoot. "Now I really can't see shit."
The corners of Old Ninth's mouth curled up. He shook