[COD] Newbie's Rise to Power

The ghost murmured, "We won't die, that's perfect."

You couldn't help but chuckle softly, responding to him teasingly:

"Hmm...indeed, English should still be spoken by the British."

suddenly...

"I'm so sorry to bother you."

A voice sounded from behind; it was Camo.

You stiffened, then gently pushed away the ghost's embrace and turned to look at the embarrassed Camo.

You pursed your lips, feeling helpless. Don't even mention how embarrassed he was; you, as the person involved, were even more embarrassed.

But Ghost was clearly not embarrassed and even spoke calmly to Camo.

"Since you know it's a disturbance, you'd better have something important to say."

Kamo's expression then turned serious.

"Koenig is not in good condition."

"What happened to Koenig!?"

You asked anxiously, and unconsciously took two steps forward, ignoring the ghost's raised hand that seemed to want to stop you.

Camor frowned as he stated:

"When I was rinsing Koenig's hazmat suit, he suddenly became unsteady. I ran over to check and found that his hazmat suit was torn at the neck."

"However, the damage was not significant, so the symptoms were not very serious. I gave him a special antidote, and he has now been rushed to the hospital for examination."

You turn to Ghost: "Lieutenant, let's hurry to the hospital and check on Koenig's condition."

The ghost, however, was noticeably calmer than you.

"Using the antidote shouldn't be a big problem."

You sighed softly, "It is poison after all; I'm afraid it will have an effect on my health."

You know, of course, that nothing serious will happen to Koenig, but it will affect him emotionally to some extent.

You continued speaking to the ghost:

"Oh, by the way, your hazmat suit is torn too, you should go get it checked right away..."

"Let's go."

The ghost suddenly spoke, then stepped over you and Camo.

You looked at Camo: "Captain Camo, you've worked hard too, go back and rest."

Kamo shook his head: "You guys go first, I need to stay and assist the fire department in cleaning up the environment."

You nodded: "Thank you for your hard work. Let's go to the hospital first."

These are matters for their relevant departments to handle; as foreign troops, you have no right to get involved, so you might as well leave sooner rather than later.

On the way back, you encountered several cars driving in, with the Environmental Protection Agency's logo printed on them.

Two kilometers away from where the smoke was billowing, the roads and surrounding areas had been cordoned off.

Outside the cordon, several people, presumably local residents, stood outside the cordon, curiously gazing at the enormous and terrifying black fog.

They didn't know what was happening, how dangerous the black fog was, or even that you, who were passing by them, had just risked your lives to prevent a terrible disaster for them.

Like countless unsung heroes, no one knows who they are, nor what they have done or sacrificed for themselves.

But as a participant, you know.

Seeing them standing there safely fills you with a tremendous sense of fulfillment, as if all the weariness and worry you experienced before have vanished like smoke...

Upon arriving at the hospital, you learn the details of Koenig's condition.

It turns out that when he was carrying the sandbags to a steep slope, the smoke blurred his vision, causing him to slip and fall. He must have torn his hazmat suit while rolling down the slope.

Moreover, he sprained his ankle, but forced himself to continue exercising, which aggravated his injury. He is now lying in a hospital bed with his ankle wrapped up.

"YN, if you open your eyes any wider, your eyeballs are going to pop out."

Koenig lay reclining on the hospital bed, looking up at you, his blue eyes curving slightly beneath the mask.

You scoffed, "Who was it that confidently said they could protect themselves before?"

“I had it checked at the time, but I really couldn’t see it on my neck.”

Koenig defended himself.

You crossed your arms, adopting an interrogation-like attitude.

"If you sprained your ankle, why did you continue? Weren't you afraid of tearing your ligaments?"

Koenig sighed, explaining with a hint of grievance, "We only have ten hazmat suits. Every person we lose is a loss of strength. Besides, I'm fast, so losing me means losing two units of strength!"

You were stunned.

Here it comes again, that indescribable feeling.

ch.275: Oh my god

Ghost is like that, and so is Koenig; they are always using all their strength to complete a task or a task.

Even if they get hurt or even lose their lives for it, even if no one knows what they are doing, they will still persevere.

At this moment, your heart suddenly beats very slowly and steadily.

Suddenly I understood what I was missing compared to them.

It is the sense of honor that soldiers dedicate themselves to, and their indomitable courage.

Because you wanted to survive until the plot's turning point, you always held back your efforts and your courage.

You've always separated yourself from the military, so you lack the will of a soldier, possessing only the identity and body of one.

Until this unexpected incident, you had no other thoughts in your mind except to fill up with more sand.

There were enough to bury the raging fire!

But what does it matter to you whether the fire goes out or not? You haven't received any orders to put out the fire, and no one is forcing you to do your best.

But you did it without thinking, just so that the poisonous fog wouldn't harm innocent people.

Only at this moment do you understand what that indescribable feeling is.

It is your passionate spirit and unwavering perseverance in the face of difficulties. It is your subconscious dedication, your belief in the equal value of all lives, and your belated military will.

You might think that you won't be able to remain unaffected in the future, because you'll have a belief that you can't refuse.

Just as you were reflecting on your own feelings, a weak voice suddenly came from the doorway.

"König, your feet are getting their comeuppance?"

You turn your head and see Luo Wei wearing a hospital gown, looking very weak.

Then you learn about Lowe's injury and how Koenig physically summoned him by pressing the knife hilt against his foot.

Now, the two of them are even sharing a hospital room and have become fellow patients.

You stare at Koenig's feet and suddenly realize that they aren't so innocent after all.

Koenig immediately and excitedly explained to you:

"yn, that's slander! I was the one who woke him up, otherwise he would have been treated like a corpse!"

While this may be an exaggeration, it is indeed possible on the battlefield that an unconscious wounded soldier may not receive timely medical attention and could die.

Luo Wei nodded: "Yes, I also have to thank you. Thank you for holding on without straining so that I survived, brother."

(If I'm going to die, it'll be because of you, you living father!)

Koenig snorted: "Hypocrite, you were just laughing at my feet!"

(Hypocrite, my injured foot must have been cursed by you!)

You sat aside and didn't interfere with their minor conflict.

In fact, they themselves knew right from wrong. Lowe understood that Koenig meant well, even though an accident had occurred.

Koenig also understood that Lowe didn't blame him; it was just that some things needed to be expressed in a certain way in order to settle the matter and allow both parties to let it go with a clear conscience.

Only after they have finished their "exchange" should you tell Koenig the summary of the mission.

"Based on the information we have so far, the target is Reina, a Mexican G person."

This is what Luo Wei and Rosen observed from each other's words and actions after they made contact.

Perhaps believing in Rowe's identity, Rosen became less wary in his words. When he and the target had a few words of argument, Rosen subconsciously called out the name Reina and spoke the local language.

"Given Rosen's familiarity with the other party and their seemingly uncompetitive relationship, they are likely in cahoots. Therefore, our mission is no longer to work as an individual, but as an organization."

Moreover, they are not a terrorist organization that gathers together for profit, but because they share the same ideals.

"Fortunately, the warehouse was bombed. The loss of raw materials will slow down their manufacturing time, and we still have a chance."

This time you didn't come away empty-handed; the clues you obtained at least gave you some direction.

Furthermore, since Reina and his team lost a warehouse full of goods, they will definitely need to find a way to restock, which is also a direction for investigation.

"I'm afraid they might have other stockpiles."

Luo Wei spoke up, his expression somewhat worried.

"Even if there is other inventory, there is no need to worry. If Reina has other inventory but still wants to continue to order, it proves that the goods on hand have not met his expectations."

You calmly analyzed for him: "Now that they've lost another warehouse, they'll definitely need to spend time preparing new stock."

You stand up and reassure them with a smile:

"The lieutenant has already reported the situation and requested that the higher-ups intensify the investigation. You can focus on recovering from your injuries these next few days."

With just your dozen or so people and Kamo and the others, our capabilities are limited. We need to apply for more permissions and more support.

Koenig looked at you as you stood up, his tone somewhat anxious:

"yn, are you leaving already?"