"How do they know where we''re going!?"


    Back in Rhys''s supposed secret mission, he and his supposed elite team were still taking heavy fire—no.


    They were not taking heavy fire at all, but each time they moved, it was almost as if the sniper knew where exactly they were going — such a skill could really only mean that the Dregs of Society had a Noble within their ranks; but a Noble joining a terrorist group that primarily supports Lowborns?


    Such a thing is unheard of.


    "Fuck, damn it!"


    Lincoln wanted to shoot out a barrage of Earth bullets so they could at least move from their position, but once again, as soon as he created a hole to see where the arrows wereing from, he immediately got weed by an arrow going straight for his eyes.


    They have tried almost everything; their fire controllers even created a cloud of smoke topletely veil them from the enemy, but as soon as one of them stepped out of the Earth shield, he immediately got shot at.


    They also opted to move the entire Shield along with them, but remembering how the building exploded earlier, they really had nowhere to go and would just tire themselves out if they continued to move.


    They werepletely trapped.


    "Can we dig down?"


    "Commander, are… you fine now?"


    "Yes," Rhys''s entire body waspletely filled with blood. Most of his wounds were superficial, however, and he was able to heal them all quickly, "Can we dig down?"


    "We could, but…" Lincoln touched the hard ground, "...But holeproofing has been installed in this area, we can really only dig through a meter before we hit it. No one… among us is strong enough to manipte that kind of material."


    "Hm…" Rhys squinted his eyes.


    "Not to mention if all of us crawled a meter underground, we would be noticed," Lincoln sighed, "It doesn''t help that these people seem to fucking know where we are at all times. How do they even—"


    "Our body cams," Rhys''s eyes started to widen as he looked at all the remaining soldiers with him. And without even any hesitation, Rhys grabbed his body cam and crushed it, "They might have hacked our body cams!"


    And as soon as Rhys said that, Lincoln also grabbed his body cam and smashed it on the ground, and soon, everyone followed.


    Lincoln looked at Rhys for a few seconds, before nodding and once again trying to sneak a peek outside by creating a hole on their shield. He was getting ready to quickly duck down, but the arrow did note at all.


    "You… you''re right, Commander!" Lincoln could not help but let out an excited burst ofughter, "Men, separate our shields and rush to the bui—"


    "No," Rhys ced his hand on Lincoln''s shoulder, "It would be best to distract some of them here while a few of us infiltrate the building by moving underground. Lincoln, stay here and start shooting back at them while creating a smoke screen to serve as a diversion."


    "That… yes, Sir," Lincoln nodded, "Hamilton, Rodriguez, Wilson, McArthur — you go join the Commander."


    "Finally, we''re gonna get rid of these fucking Lowborn coborators! We—n…no offense, Commander," McArthur almost choked in his own breaths as soon as he remembered who their acting Commander was.


    "They… are a good bunch, Commander," Lincoln could really only let out a sigh as he looked at Rhys, "McArthur may act like that, but he follows the mission at all costs… and his Earth control is at a higher level than me, he can get you to the building safely."


    "Hm…" Rhys only turned to look at McArthur, and as soon as he did so, McArthur quickly plunged himself through the hard ground. They also once again set up a smoke screen, with one of them reaching out their hand outside to try and test if no one could really see them — and true enough, it took several seconds before an arrow even shot toward the soldier''s hand,


    "Lincoln, I''ll leave this area to you."


    "Copy that, Boss," Lincoln smiled, "I''ll also move through the ground to try and take out the sniper, serve as additional diversion for you guys."


    "Hm," and with those words, Rhys also jumped down the small McArthur made. And although they were already being provided support from the surface, McArthur was still careful not to make the tunnel obvious from above; with all of them just slowly crawling toward the building until they finally reached it several minutester.


    "...All clear, Commander."


    The group sessfully infiltrated the ground floor of the building, with McArthur quietly and carefully climbing up the hole while checking his surroundings,


    "And we might have hit the jackpot here."


    There wasn''t a sign of anyone there, but there was, however, a sign that a group was hiding there as evident with all the boxes and supplies neatly stacked together.


    "What in the—what''s with all these guns? Most of these are extremely high caliber."


    "Fuck, we should go back. Judging from all of this shit, there should at least be more than a hundred of them."


    "...Where do you think they all are?"


    "Where else? Probably panicking outside, pft. They are—"


    "Don''t underestimate them," and as soon as Rhys opened his mouth, Lincoln''s men all shut their mouths and listened, "We''ve already lost half our men before even managing to infiltrate their MOB, if this is their MOB."


    "...I''m positive this is it, Commander," Hamilton nodded, "If it isn''t, then it would be scary to think how big this group actually is — these are already top-grade supplies, if this is only one of their bases then… we''re fucked. We need to—"


    "We need to leave! Who knows how many more they are bringing in!"


    "But the Chief ordered us to stand our ground!"


    And before Rhys and the others could continue their conversation, all of them quickly hid themselves as a couple of terrorists approached their area. McArthur was about to attack them, but Rhys grabbed his hand and ordered them all to stand down with a shake of his head.


    "Her Highness… where is she right now!? We need to talk some sense into her!"


    "The Chief''s on the top floor with the other leaders."


    "Damn it! Are they still stuck in a meeting!? Come with me, I''ll force her to leave even if she doesn''t want to! Our mission doesn''t end here!"


    Rhys and the others all looked at each other as they heard the terrorist''s words. And as soon as their voices faded away deep into the building, Rhys nodded his head as they all quietly started following the target to the top floor.


    "I… don''t like this at all, Commander," McArthur whispered, "I feel like it''s too easy."


    "Easy…?" Wilson scoffed, "Tell that to all our dead brothers. It was just hard until it wasn''t."


    "That''s what she said."


    "What the—who said that?" McArthur turned to look at hisrades, but it was hard to tell who said it since all of them were wearing cloth masks except for Rhys.


    "Enough," Rhys could really only sigh as he tapped McArthur on the shoulder, ordering him to advance. And it is as McArthur said, nothing really happened until they reached the top floor, which was just onerge floor not divided by any rooms; if it wasn''t for the pirs near the stairs, Rhys and the others wouldn''t have had a ce to hide.


    "Is… that them?"


    And right at the very center of the floor were people, gathered around a table and screaming at each other. Their shadows, widely painting the floor as several spotlights were pointed at them.


    "That''s them — look, all of them are wearing cult masks."


    "Come to think of it, Wilder''s Harem should think of changing their masks, Commander. I know a fashion designer back in—"


    "Stupid, can you not talk about that now?"


    "Ssh, I can''t hear what they''re talking about."


    "Wait… where''s the couple we''re following? Weren''t they just—"


    "Intruders!"


    And before McArthur and the others could even finish their words, they found themselves leaping out from the pir as several spikes emerged from the floor they were hiding on — and sadly for them, they were soon exposed to the light, quite literally as several of the spotlights pointed at them.


    "Fuck… fuck!" McArthur was about to lift up the ground to create a shield — but before he could do so, an arrow managed to slip through and went through one of hisrade''s necks.


    "Hamilton!" McArthur quickly rushed to catch him, but they were also soon bombarded by several arrows… as well as bullets, the very same kind they saw on the ground floor.


    "F… fuck, Commander!" McArthur managed to survive as he was protected by ayer of Earth. But s, his leg was hit… and the only thing he could really do was crawl toward the only other remaining survivor in his group, Rhys, who was able to expertly avoid everything,


    "We… we''re dead. We''re fucking done," McArthur whispered, "You… you should escape, Commander. I''ll—"


    "No…" Rhys could really only let out a short but very deep breath as he very gently lifted up the soldier with one hand.


    "What are you doing, Commander!?" McArthur screamed as Rhys carried him, "We… we can''t escape with the two of us! You should go!"


    "...It''s alright, Soldier."


    "Wh—" And before the soldier could even let out another word…


    …Rhys suddenly snapped his neck.


    "All of you…" Rhys then whispered as he just calmly dropped McArthur''s lifeless body on the ground,


    "...were dead already."