Published: March 2, 2025
Although Gul had some doubts about these two orders, as a subordinate, he had to follow through once the orders were given.
He lightly nodded at Fran, then picked up the phone and issued a series of commands to the strategic command center of Zone Three.
After hanging up, Gul looked at Fran and asked once more, "Well, do these two orders really require your personal attention? Speak up, what else can I do for you?"
Fran looked at the mature and composed Gul in front of him and couldn't help but break into a slight smile.
Once, Wen Yu had brought Gul back to Beijing, and Fran had some reservations—could a human converted from the demonic clan really be suitable for a high-level position in Beijing?
Facts proved that Gul had performed well in every aspect, and now, the once young ancient demon child had become a leading figure of the new generation in Beijing...
This was also the fundamental reason why Lin Haifeng had issued this order!
Memories seemed to return to the past; as someone who watched Gul grow up and mature, Fran felt a wave of emotion at this moment.
"Old man? Old man? What are you thinking about?"
Gul's voice slowly penetrated Fran's ears, pulling him out of his reverie.
Then, looking at Gul, Fran said with a smile, "In fact, there is indeed one more thing I need to discuss with you..."
"I remember your warriors have already gone to the front lines, right?"
"Yes!"
"I want to pull them into the logistics department, as for the purpose... you understand."
The group of warriors under Gul, converted from the demonic clan, were indeed assembled with help from Beijing. Although their identities were special, they were indeed soldiers subordinate to Beijing.
They were directly under Gul, but when it came to higher authority, they belonged to Beijing. Fran could even disregard Gul's thoughts and directly withdraw this unit, so it must be said that Fran mentioning this to Gul was indeed a show of respect.
And Gul could not refuse this regard from Fran.
"Of course, that's not a problem. If necessary, I can even come down personally to help implement this plan."
Hearing this, Fran pondered for a moment and finally nodded.
"Having you come down personally is fine."
...
After an eight-hour blockade mission at the front lines, Kamen appeared to show no signs of fatigue, but he was indeed mentally exhausted.
The continuous knife-swinging required immense physical strength—this was naturally not a problem for Kamen, who was at peak level 9. However, slaughtering a large number of his former kin and creating a sea of corpses and blood in a short period required incredibly strong mental fortitude.
Kamen had decent psychological resilience; after a quick shower and meal, the nausea he felt completely dissipated. He returned to the dormitory but found nearly half of the people in the dorm clutching trash cans and retching.
Even though the war had passed more than ten days and involved multiple massacres, these former ordinary civilians from the demonic clan still couldn't adapt to the brutality of war and slaughter.
Kamen felt a twinge of sympathy, but he was suddenly pulled back. Turning around, he immediately spotted Maple Leaf and the Fire Mage, who were chuckling while holding a tablet.
These two... it wouldn't be fair to say they had good mental fortitude; it would be more accurate to say they were abnormal...
For killing, these two had no psychological burden at all.
Maybe they were just born warriors... Kamen thought, then looked at Maple Leaf.
"What do you want?"
"Look at this..."
Maple Leaf giggled as he placed the tablet in front of Kamen. On the screen, two white, fleshy figures were tangled together, rubbing against each other, with sweat and some unknown liquid dripping, making Kamen take a deep breath.
"Damn, that's twisted..."
Seeing Kamen's flushed face, Maple Leaf and the Fire Mage exchanged glances and burst into laughter.
"Little brother, you're doing well. Once this mission is over, I'll take you to a good place when we get back."