Mobley had a grave expression as he bent down to carefully turn over the dingbird corpses. Every one of the dead bodies was riddled with wounds and heavily damaged. He finally understood why his counterpart hadn't wanted the dingbirds' wing skin, which looked like a sieve. It would be useless.
One of the team members couldn't help but open his mouth. "Are we just going to leave things like this, Chief?"
"Yeah, we've spent three months searching for that flock of dingbirds with great difficulty. Now, that gang of jerks kills them! How are we going to just swallow that?" another team member added.
All the other team members were watching Mobley. They had expended a lot of effort on that flock of dingbirds, spending an entire three months. That wasn't so that gang of jerks could just take them as though they were ready-made for them. How could they not be outraged?
