Troy's face showed a hint of desolation as he said quietly, "That's right, he can go low, but we can't. Because the media is in their hands."
"When we kill one of them, we have to face overwhelming criticism. But when they kill a hundred of us, nobody will speak up for us."
Hibell sat there helplessly, leaned back, closed her eyes, and let tears silently fall down her cheeks.
"Tap, tap, tap..." At that moment, steady footsteps came from behind.
Hibell quickly wiped her tears with her sleeve, not wanting to let these signs of weakness be seen by Big Sister.
Fenrir slowly approached, looking at the ruins left after the attack by the Death Scythe Mercenary Corps, and asked, "Did they run off again?"
Troy said in a deep voice, "The Death Scythe's information equipment is too strong. Even while we're talking, we don't know how many drones and satellites are watching from above, exposing our every move to their sight."
