Chapter 815: 588: Of Course I'm Going to Kill You

Chapter 815: Chapter 588: Of Course I’m Going to Kill You

“Black…”

“Present.” That mechanical electronic voice responded.

“How much is the Federation soldiers’ death compensation?”

“According to Federation regulations, the soldier death compensation is as follows: Private death compensation is 270,000 Star Coins… Major death compensation is 720,000 Star Coins.”

In this enclosed metal room, Mu Fan quietly listened to the twenty-second report on compensation.

Quinton Colonel, already feeling the onset of slight brain hypoxia, for the first time felt how long time could drag on.

His legs pressed down hard, wanting to speak but unable to produce any other sound, only able to let the voice in his throat force its way out little by little.

“Count all members of the 104th Division who died in this counterattack battle, double compensation to their family accounts according to Federation standards, of course, deduct the money from our colonel’s account.”

Hearing Mu Fan’s words, Quinton even felt for a moment he was listening to a joke, but the iron-like hand on his throat reminded him this was no joke.

Especially when he heard that mechanical electronic reply, he almost thought he was hallucinating.

“Counting complete, total of 523 deceased officers and soldiers, all family accounts successfully identified, total compensation of 422 million Star Coins, remaining disposable funds 41.37 million Star Coins… Mu Fan, are you sure you want to transfer this money to those who died in action?”

That electronic voice was actually conversing with this Private before his eyes!

“Of course, I’m sure. If I moved this money, I’d be betraying my conscience. If I didn’t, I’d be betraying what our Colonel Quinton did.” Mu Fan said lightly, this was his basic principle.

“Fund transfer initiated, progress 1%…”

Quinton Colonel’s eyeballs were about to pop out, his whole body started to struggle fiercely, but under Mu Fan’s iron-like grip, he could only make himself more miserable.

Seeing the numbers in the account on the light screen disappear bit by bit, his heart bled, the massive mental shock even surpassed his physical pain.

This must be fake, it must be fake…

In just 5 seconds, that number went from 1% to 100%.

“Transfer complete, I’ll keep the remaining funds as a family subsidy, goodbye.”

Then Black happily shut off the communication.

Mu Fan calmly watched Quinton, watching the mixture of anger and suffocating pain on his face, he whispered, “No need to overthink, I just wanted you to see. Let’s account for other matters now.”

A fleeting ferocity flashed in Mu Fan’s indifferent eyes, and his right hand gripping the other’s neck suddenly released.

Quinton Colonel, caught off guard, collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, and instinctively tried to get up.

Just as one hand touched the control panel, another hard kick struck his chest, blacking out his vision, and crushing his chest to the brink of explosion.

He was pressed against the control panel, unable to move.

Mu Fan’s right hand drew out a dagger once more, looking at the terror in Quinton Colonel’s eyes as he sat on the ground, a sinister smile appeared.

The dagger in his hand was raised high and then struck down hard.

Ah!

A shrill scream echoed through the artificial chamber.

Quinton Colonel turned his trembling lips, cold sweat covered his temples from the severe pain.

The dagger directly pierced through his left palm, embedding deeply into the aluminum desk.

His hand was nailed right to the desk…

The excruciating pain made him let out a miserable wail, feeling pain like this was something he hadn’t experienced in years.

Mu Fan bent down, lowering his head to look into his eyes up close.

Finally, Quinton calmed down in immense terror, his left arm’s muscles twitching uncontrollably, yet he dared not utter another word.

Oil beaded on his forehead, he gritted his teeth saying, “Isn’t the money enough, I can give you more, spare me.”

“Enough, how could it not be enough, a life is merely tens of thousands of Star Coins, of course, you’d get a bit more if you died as a Colonel.”

“Die!?” Quinton froze upon hearing that word.

Mu Fan released his grip on the dagger, pulling the backpack in front of him, then calmly opened the lock to peek inside, completely ignoring Quinton’s misery.

“You can’t kill me, I’m a Federation Colonel, I’m the commander of the 149th Division! Behind me is a presence you can’t afford to offend, you know about the Federation’s Iris Family! You must know. I’m serving under Master Simoduo Palma, you’re a Federation soldier, you must be aware of the Iris Family’s influence in the military.”

With a pained expression, Quinton cried out.

He now hated more than ever this silent chamber, why was it so well sound-proofed, why every minute felt a year long, where in hell did this emotionless Private come from!

Did the higher-ups in the Military Department send someone to assassinate him?

“The Iris Family? I have a bit of an impression.” Mu Fan raised his head, thinking for a moment, “Seems like Vinco Palma belongs to this family too.”

“Ah!? Yes, yes! The Iris, the Federation Iris Family, Young Master Vinco is one of the stars of the Palma Family.” Like a drowning man clutching at a straw, Quinton Colonel nodded desperately.

“Oh.” Mu Fan said lightly, then under Quinton’s hopeful gaze, he retrieved a thick stack of palm-sized black objects from the army pack taken from the armory, looking somewhat like thickened cards.

However, Quinton needed only a glance to feel drenched in a cold sweat.

It was plastic explosives!

One of the standard explosive weapons of the Federation Army, portable, pressure-resistant, malleable, waterproof…

He could list all the features of this weapon, but now a sense of despair began to spread in his pupils.

“So this family is that powerful… Is this your backing?” In an uninterested tone, Mu Fan looked around while holding the stack of plastic explosives with one hand, then his gaze brightened as he pulled another dagger from Quinton’s side.

“Wha-what do you intend?”

“Intend?” Mu Fan’s gaze looked absently at the ceiling of the chamber, then closed his eyes and said softly, “Of course, to finish you off.”

The newly drawn dagger spun into a blur in his hand, and when he finished speaking, the blur merged back into one, the blade tip shimmering pointed downward.

It plunged heavily down.

The dagger penetrated Quinton’s right arm, nailing it once more to the aluminum desk.

“Ah!”

The compounded agony made Quinton’s neck veins bulge.

Mu Fan opened his eyes again watching him, “You ordered the shooting of 34 people, so I’m placing 34 pieces on you.”

“One piece…” Mu Fan continued speaking to himself, placing a piece of plastic explosive on his palm and sticking it directly to Quinton’s forehead, the adhesive ensured no matter how he shook, it wouldn’t fall off.

“Two pieces…”

“Three pieces…”

For each placed piece, Mu Fan would announce the count.

Though it seemed many, under Mu Fan’s rapid arm movements, he finished the task in merely 15 seconds.

Patting his hands clean, Mu Fan stood up, throwing the army backpack aside effortlessly.

Surveying the nearly mummified Quinton who still cursed madly, Mu Fan shook his head, and swung a backhand punch.

As Quinton spat out a mouthful of blood from his shattered teeth, he could only mumble incomprehensibly.

Then he glanced at his wristwatch.

[Countdown 1 minute 57 seconds]!

“Compared to the soldiers who died in action, you are less than a piece of trash.”

“Colonel Quinton, quietly enjoy your remaining 2 minutes of life.”

Mu Fan stood up, his tall figure leaning over Quinton, and when the multi-encrypted alloy door automatically opened…

He stepped out.