Nightmare: "Xiaobing, come here."
Xiaobing walked to the factory entrance, a assault rifle thrown upright from the darkness; Xiaobing caught it and expertly checked the magazine: "Thank you, Captain."
Nightmare: "The others, continue."
Indeed, outside the factory, a bunch of sly little people. Lin Wu cursed them internally.
Nightmare: Is it that the gate is not wide enough, or what?
Soon after, the other two completed their share, and Nightmare neither expressed dissatisfaction nor praise. Two followers each handed a pistol to them, indicating their qualification. Then everyone got into vehicles, and the motorcycle group left.
Maya said, "Praising one and belittling two, Nightmare really has some clever thoughts."
