Just as the old man and the young woman were staring each other down, the image on the television changed, switching to the Marines' point of view.
Overlord Corporation was clearly very confident this time. They had even set up a first-person livestream, with scrolling subtitles explaining that this was the first investigative advance team.
They would first enter the edge of the rainforest to investigate whether giant beasts had been active near the base, providing references for the plans of the forces to follow.
There were eight people in the squad, and they all looked quite capable. The woodland camouflage painted on their faces, however, was somewhat laughable.
After all, their hypothetical enemies were giant monsters. Even if they painted Peking opera masks on their faces, it would not help.
These people probably had not realized that yet. They advanced through the rainforest while covering one another, the dampness soaking their boots. Every step made a squelching sound, as though they were walking through rotten mud.
The person wearing the camera was probably the captain. He could be seen making a series of tactical hand signals in front of the lens, looking highly professional.
"What a shitty arrangement. These people are in trouble."
Before the people on-screen could react, Thomas, who was leaning against the bar and playing with a wineglass, spoke up. He shook his head as though he could not bear to watch.
"Why do you say that?" Old Mike asked his guest. He looked carefully at the television again, but could not spot any danger.
"Hehe, old man, you should trust my dad on this. No one is better at fighting in a pitch-black rainforest than him." The girl blew bubbles into her orange juice through a straw, then rubbed her head against the man's arm.