Don't Point a Gun at Me (Second Update)

A surge of anger rose in Mu Fan's chest. What he hated most was having a gun pointed at his head, so he narrowed his eyes at the other man and coldly spat out four words: "No comment."

He then looked at Falcon, ready to wait for the man's opinion. But he had not expected the powerful captain of s Squad to act in a way that nearly gave him internal injuries from holding back his laughter.

Falcon saw Mu Fan's questioning look. When he saw the circle of rifles and heavy cannons around them, he subconsciously removed his cigar, raised a trembling finger at Lindeck in outrage, and could barely get his words out:

"You, you..."

"How can you do this?! We're people sent down by the higher military command. You already checked us, so why are you still making things difficult for us?!"

Seeing the officer leading the other side so furious, Lindeck felt an indescribable sense of delight.

However, when his gaze swept over the others beside him, he became somewhat confused, because their expressions were rather strange...

Wizard, whose eyes had been tightly shut, opened them and looked at Falcon. The refined Lightwave, the taciturn Wing, and the others all turned their gazes toward Falcon. Finally, Wing, who had the weakest presence, cleared his throat with a helpless look on his face.

"Boss, you overdid the act."

"Yeah, it was way too fake."

"You couldn't even bear to throw away your cigar."

A chorus of agreement rose around them. Then, when Lightwave pointed at the cigar pinched between Falcon's left fingers, the major general's face finally fell as he looked at his unscrupulous subordinates in dissatisfaction.

"Bah, you want me to throw away my cigar? Is he worth one of these? Would it kill you to