Chapter 812: 585: Some Sins Never Fade

Chapter 812: Chapter 585: Some Sins Never Fade

“No!”

In the cave, a roar suddenly erupted, and the veins on Teresa’s head bulged.

He saw with his own eyes his good comrade, his good brother directly shot into a sieve by countless muzzles.

A thirty-year-old man, yet tears uncontrollably rolled down in large drops.

“No!!” His five fingers dug into the dirt mixed with rubble, his hands bleeding without him noticing.

The whole person even instantly wanted to leap out, but was harshly pressed down by Mu Fan.

“Private, let go of me!” His fierce and bloodshot eyes looked at Mu Fan, then he swung a punch fiercely, the whistling sound resounding in the cave.

However, with a smack, Mu Fan caught his swinging fist with one hand.

Teresa wanted to withdraw his fist, but found that the other’s hand was like an iron claw, with unbelievable strength, and he couldn’t pull it out.

“Captain, calm down!”

Mu Fan’s stern shout brought Teresa’s gaze back to his face, and then the captain found the private’s eyes in front of him were terrifyingly fierce.

He could even see the blood vessels covering the whites of his eyes.

Mu Fan’s Adam’s apple twitched unnaturally, his hot breath exhaled. He couldn’t accept it now, Joe and Jerome’s bodies right under his eyes, riddled with holes…

The stubborn mohawk Major, that sergeant major who was cold-faced but warm-hearted always taking special care of him.

Just like that, massacred without resistance, they didn’t die at the hands of the enemy but under the gunfire of allied troops.

Now the hate in his heart was not any less than Teresa’s.

Bastard…

Teeth clenched, grinding loudly.

He didn’t expect that the so-called Federation officers were more vicious than the Zeg after tearing off the mask of civilization.

Just for money, they could lay hands on their comrades?

“This is murder, this is treason! They, as allies, killed the Major, this is simply a big joke! Private, let go of me, I want to avenge them.”

Teresa would rather wish Mu Fan hadn’t saved him back then, he’d rather die on the battlefield with the Major than under the black hand of his own side.

“Have you forgotten what Major Jerome said!”

Finally, Mu Fan’s words rang like a great bell, jolting Teresa awake.

The captain turned to look inside the cave, at the team of about seventy people, all those pairs of bright eyes were now focused on him.

Gritting sounds, fists clenched.

Teresa remembered the words Major said before leaving, now he was the leader of these people.

But the real decision…

Teresa looked at Mu Fan, his tensed arm finally relaxed, and Mu Fan let go of his hand.

As their eyes met, Mu Fan mouthed quietly: “Retreat.”

Teresa understood. Before Mu Fan spoke, his gaze had already clearly answered him.

This vendetta, will definitely be avenged.

So now he had no reason not to believe Mu Fan.

“Evacuate!”

The 149th Division had no idea that in this war zone, there was still a team that survived.

And they hid even deeper.

…

“Can only blame you for showing up at the wrong time.” Quinton pursed his lips and waved to his men to clean up the ground.

“Gerry, send a message to the 104th Division later, saying that the Empire’s army made a massive attack on the Fire Hills area, and the 27th Infantry Company unfortunately was completely wiped out.” Picking at his ear, Quinton prepared to leave, giving the ground one last glance as he left.

Leaving only a sneer: “In this day and age, fools are really scarce.”

Soon, orders from the division commander came down, one-fifth of the troops went to defend at various outpost stations, between three-fifths to four-fifths went to mine, taking over those masterless mechanical equipment.

The teams to first extract high-quality rare earths would be given generous rewards.

As for the remaining little troops, they escorted Colonel Quinton to advance along the path they came.

The harsh mountain environment made the communication signals really poor.

Those black market merchants were waiting for his response, now delaying a day meant losing a day’s worth of money, which for Quinton was more painful than a bullet hitting him!

On the 27th day of Mu Fan’s arrival on Planet E75, Quinton, under the Guard’s protection, had retreated to the edge of the Fire Hills area but still hadn’t stopped.

On the 28th day, when that Guard appeared at the entrance of the Fire Hills area edge, they finally stopped.

“All troops encamp! Stay alert!”

Finally Colonel Quinton’s order was relayed.

The Colonel himself, under the cover of a huge base vehicle, entered a single-entrance cave at the mountain bottom.

“How long do you plan to keep following? Now they’re already at the edge of the war zone, if we retreat any further, we’ll definitely be exposed to the enemy’s sight. You promised me you’d avenge the Major! Now you’re already delaying our plan!”

Teresa became more and more agitated as he spoke, even directly grabbing Mu Fan’s collar with both hands, believing in Mu Fan for these three days only resulted in endless sneaking and tracking with this group of almost crazy soldiers.

They’re not afraid of death.

But watching their brothers being shot and doing nothing, they couldn’t bear!

Mu Fan indifferently watched this already unhinged Captain officer, with one hand grabbing the hands pulling his collar, then suddenly flipping him over.

Teresa was directly slammed to the ground out of thin air.

The dust choked the captain into a coughing fit, Mu Fan with wolf-like eyes looked at him, leaning down, saying each word distinctly:

“Without the slightest patience, how will you exact revenge!?”

The closer to hunting, the more quiet you must be.

This was the truth Mu Fan realized from wilderness survival.

“But any later and it will be too late!”

“Not too late.”

Mu Fan stood up, squinting at the dim sky outside the crevice.

It’s really not too late, because no one but him knew Colonel Quinton wouldn’t leave tonight, he was already impatient to trade with the interstellar merchants.

Greed is the original sin of humanity.

…

The night on Epsilon E75 Planet was cold and deep, with thick clouds blocking the starlight.

You couldn’t see your hand in front of your face, this was the most fitting description.

After watching all day, they found no signs of the 149th Division’s Guard leaving, and these exhausted soldiers finally fell asleep.

Except for a few soldiers sneaking around on sentry duty outside.

When the hand struck 2 AM, Mu Fan, lying quietly in a corner of the cave, suddenly opened his eyes.

In the extremely quiet cave, there were only the soldiers’ light snores.

Looking around, confirming no one was awake, Mu Fan quietly stood up.

Stepping without a sound, he ghosted out of the cave, even the few sentry soldiers outside didn’t notice someone had just passed by behind them.

The night provided the best cover for sneaking, and that silhouette gradually drifted towards the far temporary division base.

Aside from a dagger, Mu Fan carried nothing.

His eyes were cold and indifferent.

This mission truly made him realize how complex human nature is.

The Joe who once commemorated family beside him in the night with Mu Fan, the Jerome who had a stubborn nature but dared to calmly admit mistakes…

These days, these people’s images lingered constantly in his mind.

He really liked this pure military camp atmosphere.

However, that Colonel Quinton, whom he’d never met, took everything away.

Man for himself, personal interest, money?

Laughable innocence, naivete?

Isn’t this a world where the strong devour the weak.

If you think and act this way,

Then why can’t I do the same?

Raising his eyes to look at the temporary base now within reach.

An indifferent and cold expression on his face, not knowing when he had already drawn out the sharp dagger.

Some sins won’t disappear.

Some things must be done…