[COD] Newbie's Rise to Power

Princess, black hair really suits you best.

As for him, when he saw YN appear with the tiger, the wounds on her face added to her wild beauty, and she looked over with a smile on her face, she was like a confident and powerful queen!

that moment...

If Koenig had a sword, he would even like to hand it to her with both hands, letting her hold it and place it on his shoulder.

At that moment, Koenig understood perfectly clearly that there would be no longer any fairness between him and YN.

Especially when his hair was exposed in front of YN, and she smiled and praised his hair color, which was hated by countless people.

It was when she reached out and embraced his fleeing body, uttering those words, "forever."

This meant that their relationship was destined to be more than just friendship.

She was different, special, the perfect woman Koenig had waited for for over thirty years...

Princess

He would admire her, but he also longed to be her master.

Koenig carefully embraced the person in his arms, inhaling her unique, delicate fragrance, and silently murmured to himself:

yn, stay by my side forever.

Chapter 107: The Passing of a Teammate

On their way to the location given by the ghost, they happened to run into Talis and his group.

Talis looked at Koenig in surprise:

"Sergeant Koenig, you've grown taller!"

Koenig subconsciously touched his helmet, then said to him in an annoyed tone.

"Don't worry about it!"

Your helmet is a little small for Koenig, so it doesn't fit him completely.

Fortunately, Koenig's mask was loose and not very noticeable, but the slight height protrusion caused by the ill-fitting mask was particularly noticeable on Koenig, who was already tall.

You desperately suppressed your laughter from behind, then secretly gave Talis a look to tell him to stop talking.

Once everyone was on the bus, the ghost gave the order to drive off.

Throughout the journey, from the moment the car was started, the atmosphere inside was very quiet, and this unusual feeling made you feel somewhat uneasy.

"Lieutenant, it took so long to receive our request for help. Has something happened at the camp?"

Normally, the camp will have operators on duty. If you request support from outside, the base will respond quickly, sometimes within seconds, and at most within a few minutes.

But this time, there was no response for half an hour. For the operator to be away for more than half an hour, something serious must have happened.

Your words immediately made the atmosphere in the carriage even more oppressive.

The ghost's voice was deep and somber: "There's been a riot in Sector 3. We've gone there to provide support. It took some time for the operator to contact us."

You have divided the area you are responsible for into 9 zones. Each zone will have a general overview of the situation. This will help you prioritize tasks and make it easier to take action.

Zone 3 is a place where civilians who support anti-government armed forces often gather. The civilians there are very impulsive and extreme, making it a relatively dangerous area.

Is the situation serious?

You ask a question.

The fact that most of the camp's personnel were able to be mobilized for support indicates a very difficult situation.

The ghost was silent for a while, and finally said only one sentence.

"You'll find out when we get back to camp."

This means they're refusing to answer, so you can't keep pressing them.

But that one sentence has left you feeling uneasy.

It wasn't until you returned to camp that you finally understood what had happened.

In the lobby of the camp building, everyone was gathered together, with a long table placed in the center of the space. On the table...

A quiet body lay there.

You quickly approached, and after seeing the person lying on the long table, you called out his name.

"Lance?"

Your voice was slightly hesitant, as if it were being forced out from a tight throat.

He's from the assault team; you've trained together before and spoken to each other a few times.

But now, he lies there silently.

"A riot broke out in Sector 3 today. When we rushed there to provide support, Lance had already been stabbed in the abdomen. We tried to save him, but he was stabbed in the inferior vena cava and suffered massive bleeding, so we couldn't save him..."

Beside you, a medic explained the situation to those who returned later and then sighed deeply.

Without going into details, you've already been able to analyze the general situation based on the experience you've accumulated over this period.

It's nothing more than rioters infiltrating among civilians to incite conflict between you and the civilians, then taking advantage of the chaos to harm you in order to vent their resentment at being restricted.

Across from you is Lina, who is constantly shedding tears.

Her eyes were red and choked as she said, "Lance... he was stabbed by that bastard while protecting me."

Lina and Lance have always been very close, to the point that you all wonder if they will end up together.

If you teammates find it hard to accept, how much more so must Lina, who is being protected by Lance? She must feel even more heartbroken and... guilty.

The person who was laughing and joking with you just a few hours ago will now never make a sound again and will never appear in your life again.

The room was eerily quiet. Everyone's face showed a mix of seriousness, grief, and confusion, but none of them made a sound. Only Lina's intermittent sobs could be heard.

"Why can't we fight back?"

After a long silence, a voice rang out; it was Will.

He looked at Ghost and Gates, his eyes burning with fury.

“He assassinated our teammate right in front of us, and we couldn’t retaliate! This is so incredibly frustrating, Lieutenant!”

Gates raised his hand to reassure him: "Calm down, Will. They are civilians, and the rules of peacekeeping are that civilians cannot be harmed. Besides, they are just tools instigated by the mob."

Lina broke down, screaming, "But we can't tell! We can't tell who's a civilian and who's a thug! They killed my teammates, and now we have to protect them! I can't accept this!"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their attention to Ghost, hoping he would make a decision.

You don't know what expression was on his face beneath the ghost mask; he simply remained silent for a few seconds before looking at Gates.

"Gates, Zimo, Koenig, come out with me for a moment."

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the hall. Gates, Zimo, and Koenig, who had been called out by him, also silently followed him out.

Outside, the afternoon sun was still scorching. After they walked to a secluded corner together, Gates spoke first.

"Lieutenant, many of them are facing this situation for the first time, so it's inevitable that they will lose control of their emotions."

Will and Lina's attitude just now was considered offensive to their superior, and Gates was trying to explain on their behalf.

The ghost nodded: "We've all been through this, so we understand. But the rule is that civilians cannot be harmed at will."

The reason he didn't order a return fire was because there were too many civilians among them, making it easy to accidentally injure them.

Zi Mo: "We need to find a way to appease them."

Indeed, if this matter is not handled well, you will become weary and resentful of the work that follows.

Although obeying orders is a soldier's principle, you are not only soldiers, but also students trained by them.

Now that one of the students has died, no one with feelings can remain indifferent.

After a long while, the ghost's voice came through the mask.

"Civilians cannot be harmed, but rioters are not under our protection."

But killing someone to death goes beyond the realm of ordinary civilians.

ch.108: Life is like stagnant water

After the ghosts and the others left the hall, you fell silent again.

Even Lina, who was choking up, stopped speaking and sat blankly to the side.

In this still, stagnant atmosphere, you slowly walk to the table in the corner and pull out a blank sheet of paper from a pile of scattered papers.

If you fold and tear off a portion of a rectangular piece of white paper, it will become a square piece of white paper.

You hold the square piece of white paper in both hands, fold and roll it several times, and a simple white lily appears in your hands.

When you first started training, you were taught how to fold paper flowers to offer to your teammates who unfortunately passed away.

When you were practicing, you folded countless flowers, countless times.

You take the paper lily flower, walk towards Lance, and place it on Lance's chest.

I never imagined you would give up your first paper flower so soon, and face the departure of your comrade so quickly.

Although your relationship with Lance isn't as close as Lina's, you did train together as assault soldiers for a while and endured Ghost's scolding together.

You feel not only sadness at his departure, but also admiration for him.

After all, the act of sacrificing one's life to protect others is pure and selfless.

Even you yourself wouldn't dare say that you could definitely do that.

Therefore, you admire him.

Seeing your actions, the others also silently moved to the corner, and one blank sheet of paper after another was picked up.

A few minutes later, Lance, who had been surrounded by nothing, was now covered with white lilies.

Lina, who arrived last, placed the lilies in her hand next to Lance's cheek.

Lina's tears fell onto the paper flowers, and she whispered to Lance in a soft, trembling voice:

"Thank you, Lance."