Hearing the first lieutenant's orders, the operatives stepped forward and stood beside her. They held their guns tightly in their arms, glaring at the rebel beastfolks surrounding them with daunting expressions. Even though surrounded, there was no fear in their eyes.
The only thing in their mind was the situation before them and the orders that Mercedes had given them. Everyone inside the room other than them and the Latran must die. With this in mind, the operatives pointed the barrels of their armaments at the rebel beastfolk, ignorant of its firepower.
Espada furrowed his eyebrows, understanding that things were about to become bloody. But their hastiness was understandable. They needed to be quick in assassinating the rebel leadership, otherwise they would be stuck in a city brimming with rebels.
