Let them offer their loyalty

"This mission is very important. I emphasize again that the goal of this mission is not to wipe out all the enemies, nor do we need to support the camps of ordinary soldiers. Even if they are completely destroyed by artillery fire, you cannot go and take a look. Our mission is to destroy the enemy's transportation route. Even if they provoke us or run away, our first goal will always be to destroy this transportation route."

His face was serious. This mission was more important to them than their own lives. Those who came here were the best among the Federation's psychics. They were elites in the outside world. After receiving the message from above, they had to complete the mission at all costs.

The psychics around had just received the information about this mission. All the tasks they were previously working on were temporarily put aside, and they all gathered in this camp for this mission, but they didn't understand what to do until the mission requirements were sent over.

"I see that this mission seems to involve more than just our team. It's just destroying a transportation route. Why are we so nervous?"

A psychic in the camp asked in confusion. They saw that there were more than one team taking on this mission. It seemed that all the people who could come from the surrounding areas had come, just for this transportation route, and they would ignore all other missions. Was it worth it?

"The transportation route is not important. What is important is what is being transported. We just need to work according to the will of the superiors. There are no need to ask so many questions. Let's get ready!"

We only know that there is a transportation route that must be cut off, but we don't know what is being transported. However, since it is such a big deal, the things being transported must be very important, the kind that can affect the entire battle situation.

But this is none of their business. They are the bullets, not the shooters. Where the bullets fly is not decided by them, but by the shooter. What the superiors do is none of their business. But there is only one life, and it is not the superiors who lose their life, so they also have many doubts.

"There are still three hours left. It's time to prepare. Since you all know how many psychic teams are dispatched for this mission, you should understand that this transportation route is not an ordinary transportation route. There must be a large number of psychics around them ready to defend."

The captain shook his head on the crude platform and said, "Those of you who should send money home should do so first, and those who should leave a suicide note should leave one. Although I shouldn't have said such discouraging words before starting this cutoff, after all, we have been together for such a long time, and I still have to say what I should say."

When facing death, all lives are equal, no matter if you are a psychic or an ordinary person, no matter if you are a corporate dog or a person living in the slums, it is all the same. It can be said that the rich have VIP access to the healing team, while the poor do not, so they die faster, but this only prolongs the time you are alive. When facing death that you cannot resist, no matter what happens.

Perhaps the only difference is that psychics on the battlefield can earn much more money than ordinary soldiers and mercenaries, and they can get their rewards before each mission begins.

The money should be sent to parents, children and lovers, and funeral arrangements should be made. If you want to save it to spend after the war, it may become an inheritance that no one in your family knows the password and can only be taken away directly by some vulnerable groups.

"Although the commander of the battlefield seems to have gained strength recently and has won many conflicts with District 25, I still can't help but worry."

In the camp, this group of psychics were enjoying the final peace. Unlike the soldiers, they did not have to follow all kinds of rules. They only had to complete the task and could chat and relax as they pleased. They also had the best food and drinks.

"Because we are the ones on the battlefield, we are the ones risking our lives on theirs. In their eyes, we are just a string of numbers, and numbers are expendable. Don't they understand this?"

They feel nervous because they are the ones who gave their lives.

"I'm warning you, don't say you're going to retire after this deal before the war starts, or that someone is waiting for you at home, or you take out photos of other people and look at them over and over again, or you may never be able to go back."

"How can we be so unlucky? It's not just our team. Other psychic teams will also be involved. Don't be so nervous. Death is not scary. What's scary is dying without any money."

"One more thing: you are not allowed to talk about your ideals before taking action!!!"

There was laughter in a small corner of the camp. After chatting for a while, they went to prepare what they needed, such as equipment, food, and rest, in order to restore their bodies to the best condition.

Soon, the time to act arrived.

Chapter 526 Please give my regards to Dorothy

On the wilderness battlefield, countless people lost their lives. The fourth-generation tactical mecha was like a meat grinder, harvesting lives. Ordinary soldiers were like cannon fodder, operating various firepower equipment from a distance, just to destroy a fourth-generation tactical mecha.

And now, the wilderness battlefield has ushered in a new turning point.

"Every time I see these soldiers risking their lives to exchange for tactical mechas, I feel sad for the others. Even if they have more prosthetics installed, what does it matter? Won't they still die at the hands of others? Just like us, we have psychic powers too. Aren't we just dogs for the Federation?"

On the way forward, the two psychics chatted.

In fact, they are no different from those soldiers. The only difference is that they are treated better and earn more money. However, the risk of death they need to bear is much greater than that of ordinary soldiers. They need to carry out various life-and-death missions. They are nothing more than dogs of the Federation, the only difference is how fast they die.

"No, no, no, don't say that. Some of these soldiers on the battlefield are death row prisoners, and some have undergone prosthetic transformation. But their lives are definitely not as important as ours. If they die, they die. What does it have to do with us? In the end, it is us, the psychics, who decide the outcome of the battle."

"Low-level cannon fodder is cannon fodder, and higher-level cannon fodder may be psychics. If you ask me, what determines the outcome of the battlefield is not soldiers and psychics, but fourth-generation tactical mechas. They are capable of slaughtering people on the battlefield. As long as they are not completely broken, they can be repaired. As long as the parts are replaced, they are as good as new. Repairing them only requires money, but repairing the body is different."

"It really is."

There are more than one team like theirs. Some of them want to make some money on the battlefield and go wherever there is more money. Some of them are registered in the federation, so they will definitely come to the battlefield in this kind of war situation, but they are found first because they are close.

"By the way, what exactly is this transport route transporting? It's not necessary for so many of us to send out a large number of psykers and abandon their current tasks just to destroy this transport route?"

"Tsk, haven't you heard not to ask questions that you shouldn't ask? What if we find out what these things are and we can't leave?"

The man smacked his lips, and his gaze suddenly paused as he looked forward: "Fuck, isn't this a bit weird? Come and take a look! Why are there so many psychics around here?"

"No, we received the order. The other psychics belonging to the Federation must have received the order as well. What are you thinking about? Aren't those people wearing Federation uniforms? Oh, at least most of them are!"

Another person also looked over, only to find that in three minutes, all those people had disappeared in the wilderness. They did not disappear out of thin air, but hid themselves in the wilderness with an extremely advanced camouflage technology. If he had not happened to look over, he would not have seen anything and would have foolishly thought that there was no one there.

"The Federation has invested a lot of money this time. This kind of thing is a bit expensive to make. Is this transportation route really that important? Tsk, let's not think about it. They have already hidden themselves. How can we go there or still be here? If we go there, how can we hide?"

It's okay if it's just one person hiding, but if nearly a hundred people are hiding, it's naturally not cheap.

The man thought for a moment and shook his head. "They are all well hidden. If we go directly over there, we will probably be killed by that group of people. Don't underestimate the cruelty of the Federation. Let's see if we can find any leaks here. Even if we leak a little, it will be enough for us to go back to the Federation to feast and do something big."

"No, let's stay further away so as not to affect us."

They would never have thought that this was the wisest choice they had ever made in their lives, and they would be grateful for it for the rest of their lives.

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"The time is almost up. If the intelligence is correct, this batch of goods will arrive soon."

The captain of the psychics tried his best to hide his figure. This mission was very important and success was not allowed. If he failed, he would probably die when he returned to the Federation.

Such an important transportation route must be protected by strong people. Maybe it is the Black Warrior Esni from District 25. Otherwise, why would the Federation mobilize so many psychics? If it is just to deal with normal psychics of the same level, it should be more than that.

And, how to say it?

This time, the summoned psychics have the best equipment and the mission rewards are also very high. Unlike in the past, the rewards are not given only after completion or half of them are given first. Instead, the rewards are directly transferred to the accounts, and arrive almost the moment the mission is received.

"The risks and benefits are equal, or even greater. It seems that it may not only be the Dark Lord Esni, but there may be more powerful people from District 25 coming. We must make various preparations in advance... Nearly two hundred psychics should be able to risk their lives to destroy the various things being transported against a strong man like the Dark Lord, and then escape, right?"

Even the captain of the psychic team did not have confidence. Although those who came here were the elite on the battlefield, to be honest, the strong men in District 25 were almost unique. To face strong men of this level, it would cost the lives of psychics to pile them up.

Of course, it is also possible that he was exaggerating, and the shadow of District 25 made him subconsciously begin to magnify his fear of District 25.

Time passed by little by little, and a huge roar was heard in the distance. A means of transport that was much larger than a train was slowly approaching here. It could be seen with the naked eye that this means of transport was protected with extremely sophisticated craftsmanship, and there was also a visible psychic shield covering the front of the vehicle.

"Is this the vehicle that carries the parts of the fourth-generation tactical mechas? If we destroy the vehicle and interrupt the transportation route, our mission will be accomplished, right?"

The psychic captain stared at the steel monster, and when it was within the range suitable for attack, he gave an order and began to launch countless psychic attacks. But unexpectedly, this scary-looking vehicle was only slightly scratched a few times, and its speed slowed down slowly. The psychic shield in front seemed to be out of power, flickering and finally disappearing.

At the same time, all the armor on the carriage fell off, revealing large screens playing movies, and the sound of explosions that had started at some unknown time was getting closer and closer.

It was Jonas on the screen.

"Everyone, I heard that there are no beautiful artistic fireworks in the Federation. In order to express our sincerity from District 25, I specially present you a gift."

"The most luxurious transport in District 25, with all the explosives, just to say hello to you."

"Give Dorothy my regards, please."

Chapter 527: Everything Has a Choice

Time goes back a little to before the explosion, in the office of the Alt Foundation in the high-rise building in District 25, Jonas was holding a cup of coffee in his hand. In front of him was not the familiar Iris, but Eiffel who was packing up.

The documents in front of her were put away, and then she naturally took out a plate of small cakes from the side, poked a piece with a small fork, and tasted it slowly.

This moment is a rare rest time. After the busy days, it is a relatively less busy period. Looking at the chaos in the Federation, but the 25th District is in order, Eiffel feels inexplicably fortunate.

If she went to the Federation, and the people in power above her were unwilling to give up power and asked her to handle various affairs as perfectly as she did in District 25, she would probably rush back in a few days. I really don't know how people working under the Federation can survive?

"Eiffel, what are you thinking about?"

Jonas leaned back in his boss chair, watching with interest Eiffel, who was using a small fork to poke pieces of cake bit by bit. Eiffel put the pierced cake in his mouth, tasted it slowly and swallowed it before answering Jonas' question.

"I think it's rare to find someone like Mr. Jonas who is willing to give up power. The leaders of various consortiums and families I've seen will do anything to keep the power in their hands. They will even take action against their friends, lovers, and family members, not to mention their subordinates."

Eiffel glanced at Jonas and said slowly, "Even Miss Lin Gong from the Federation, who originally intended to firmly reject Mr. Jonas, remained silent in the end. She must be weighing Mr. Jonas's proposal, right?"

She has seen many people like this. Usually, they don't refuse explicitly in the end, but just answer vaguely, or don't make any sound. Most of the time, they are thinking about what benefits and disadvantages will come out if they agree to this matter, and whether they can leave the Federation safely as quickly as possible after it is done, or continue to live safely in the Federation without being discovered by anyone.

In the face of one's own life, all interests are worthless.

"Power is indeed fascinating."

Eiffel poked another small piece of cake into his mouth, tasted it, and swallowed it. He continued, "But you are different, Mr. Jonas. I am grateful that you are willing to let me handle the affairs here. I can't do this in the Federation. They only hold power in their own hands and order others to do it."

You don't have to experience the environment in the Federation to know how suffocating it is.

See? Eiffel even wants to thank us!

"Power has a fatal attraction for many people. It satisfies the desire for control and also satisfies vanity."

Jonas tapped the table gently. "When a person falls from a position where she could rely on power to satisfy her own selfish desires, she must be eager to return to her previous position, just like Lin Gong."

"But she still needs a little help. There are many people who are just a little bit away from the abyss. Well, I can already imagine how Lin Gong was twisted when he saw Noelle's defeat on the battlefield and was given an important task by Dorothy. He didn't even want to look at her."

"Speaking of which, the transport vehicle loaded with explosives has already set off, right? It is the transport vehicle that can transport the most things in District 25 right now. Its stability and speed are second to none. It's a pity that it's about to be scrapped."

As soon as Jonas finished talking with Noel, he prepared to give the Federation a gift that would be so big that it would hurt the Federation. He would use the largest means of transportation in District 25 to give the Federation a big gift in the wilderness.

It is not ordinary people who dominate the direction of the war, but a sufficient number of psychics and fourth-generation tactical mechas.

To be honest, in this era, Jonas has never thought that sending ordinary people to the battlefield is a good thing. When facing psychics and fourth-generation tactical mechas, those soldiers, even if they are full of prosthetics, are still ordinary people after all. But the war cannot be without these soldiers, so Jonas can only make their treatment better than that of the Federation and ensure their various living supplies.

The treatment of soldiers does not necessarily have to be the best, but it must be better than that of the other side.

"Mr. Jonas, everything is ready, but I still have some doubts. Will your plan go as planned?"

Eiffel put the cake back on the table and looked at Jonas with some doubt: "Mr. Jonas, aren't you afraid of any accidents? For example, being intercepted halfway, causing the explosives to explode prematurely, or being suddenly hijacked by someone?"

"There won't be so many problems. After having someone escort it to the designated location, we can let it slowly drive towards the wilderness. As long as it reaches the designated location, plus some conditions that can only be triggered by enough psychic attacks, our goal will most likely be achieved."

Jonas took a sip of coffee and felt that the coffee beans this time were much better than the ones Eiffel bought last time. "There aren't so many psychics gathered in the wilderness. There are only those psychics from the Federation who are planning to hijack this transport full of death. I asked the undercover agent in the Federation to release information that this transport is loaded with parts of the fourth-generation tactical mecha, so that she can put more resources into it."

It's a simple plan, but the prerequisites are almost impossible to achieve. How can you make the opponent's supreme commander believe that this is not a trap, and how can you make him devote most of his psykers to destroy this transportation route?

Well, unless the opposing battlefield commander is one of our own.

Oh, Noel is really one of us, that’s all right.

"Although I think this matter is not a big deal, it is better not to open the champagne for the first half. I don't really want to hear some weird bad news while opening the champagne."

Jonas put the coffee cup on the table, his face calm. "When the other side loses enough psychics, the balance of victory in the war will become extremely unbalanced. If Dorothy thinks that Noelle's failed decision was just a temporary setback and chooses to trust her again, then I believe she will soon pay the price for her trust."

"So the phone call you made to Lin Gong before wasn't to directly incite her to rebel?"

"No, the purpose is to directly incite her to rebellion, but I won't pursue her relentlessly. When you show a nonchalant attitude towards what you need, they will not choose to hang you for greater benefits. I will only tell Lin Gong--"

Jonas spread out his palms, looked at the lines on them and talked to himself.

“There is a choice in everything.”

Chapter 528 You made the right choice, Miss Lin Gong

With the help of District 25, the news of failure always spreads faster than the wind.

Almost at the moment when the plan succeeded, a dark hand that had never been seen in District 25 began to stir and spread the news. The federal media, which had received money, bit into raw meat like bloodthirsty sharks.

Although they couldn't write articles for the news agencies within the Federation to make money, they could write those smear articles and send them to District 25, which also made money, and they made a lot of money! Much more than when they were in the Federation!

However, all of this news is stuck in federal review and can only be released on the network of District 25. But is this a difficult problem for Jonas?

They promoted it in whatever way they wanted, hacked into the Federation's network, and just like last time, sent all the Federation's losses to the Federation's mailboxes. There was no need to exaggerate, just make it reasonable, and attach various comparisons with the people in District 25, and the dissatisfaction of the Federation people would immediately rise.

At this point, if the Federation wants to cover the mouths of the Federation people, it is probably only able to do so physically.

"Who is the real president of the Federation now? Why is there no movement at all? Is it true that our Federation cannot defeat District 25?"

"No, who is leading the Federation now? Those things that happened before haven't come to an end yet. What's going on with the defeat on the battlefield now? Are they using our taxpayers' money to give it to them?"

"There is no president now. Aren't those damned consortium families the ones who control the federation? Do you really hope that those consortiums will have a conscience? Look at the slums and those people whose organs have been removed?"

The various disturbances after the family's darkness was exposed have not yet calmed down, and the true situation of the defeat on the battlefield is known to everyone. Now everyone in the federation is beginning to panic.

What is the basis for a country to survive? It does not need to be too prosperous, nor does it need to satisfy everyone's desires. If it wants to survive, what it needs most is its own stability.

No matter how many storms it experiences, this country can be like a tumbler and bounce back after a period of time. No storm can knock this country down.

In addition to the economy, supporting national stability also requires a certain level of public support.

"Failed again? How is the Federation going to clean up this mess now?"

A young man from the Federation complained to his friends in a bar: "They say the Federation is the best in the world, but now they are all shit."

"Yeah, I heard that the losses were heavy this time, but it's good that those monsters who can use superpowers are dead. Who told them to bully ordinary people like us every day?"

My friend took a sip of wine and was obviously gloating.

He had long been annoyed with those psychics, but he couldn't defeat them and was afraid of being attacked by the Federation, so he could only complain in front of his friends.