Many of Kush's subordinates muttered as they slowly walked out with their guns raised. "I rather not exit this stage like this, I would rather die fighting!"
"Me too, the Continental Mercenaries surrendered and retired, that's a history I never thought about."
"I think the coolest ending would be if the Continental Mercenary Corps fought until the end and died with the enemy!"
"If I put down my gun, am I still a mercenary then? Guns are my soul!"
"Guys, if I can't help but fight them later, I hope you'll forgive me!"
"Everyone will be with you!"
They were muttering as they walked towards the three hundred mercenary troops.
At this time, the surroundings were cloudy from the ruins and smoke, and no one noticed a shadow springing out from a corner. That man was Dulson.
- Meanwhile -
