Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Chapter 532  Unforgivable Crimes

The General stared at the group of masked personnel, very annoyed by their appearance. They looked too clean, with little to no slash marks on their faces and other visible body parts. Men of war, who have faced many battles, are rougher in body than them. The visible parts of their faces were smoother than even an average person's. And though they didn't shake hands yet, the General felt their hands must also be soft. Hitchcoff pushed his glasses in, showing no emotions. But deep down, he immediately had a bad first impression of them. How can he trust the lives of his people in the hands of those who looked softer than newborn babies? Their leader said they should leave everything to this strange group. But was that truly the right thing to do here? Because Old Gia looked very young compared to how many were used to seeing him, even The General who had met Old Gia once couldn't recognize him. He had seen Old Gia once during a military world competition when he once participated years back. Old Gia had come of course to watch, as one of the esteemed guests and those in top power positions. Many who see Old Gia now will be shocked to the bone by his drastic changes. His back was so straight, his weight that came with old age seemed to disappear overnight, his body was fitter, his hair now fuller with grey and raven black strangers, and his many wrinkles faded. The General, Hitchcoff and several other forces were disappointed but still did their duties. "Welcome to Cygypt, sirs! As per the orders, we are to bring all 302 of you to the Tomb site!" Everyone was facing Old Gia, seeing as he looked to be the oldest among the group. They thought he was the group's leader, but Old Gia quickly made them understand Dorian was the one calling the shots here. Although in doubt, they still went along with it.

"A mistake on our part, Sir. Please, where's your luggage?"

"Don't have." Dorian chewed out lazily. "_"

You look at me; I look at you. 302 people come for a mission and they don't bring any luggage with them? Not even a toothbrush? With such plump collagen-filled faces, you would think they were the type to be fussy about their appearance. Well, whatever… suit yourself. With that, everyone got into the large military trucks of various sizes, taking Dorian's group to the desert. Dorian looked at the General, choosing to enter his jeep alongside Old Gia. The aura of the dead was stronger on them than the others. ----

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The journey was long but uneventful. When passing through the city, Old Gia's ears were awake when listening to The General's briefing, as well as the talks from passersby on the streets. "Hey, have you heard, the Wilting poison has spread again? This time, it's the farms on the East banks that have their crops suddenly wilting overnight." "Dammit! Who is it that has is so cruel to poison so many farms and croplands in Cygypt?" n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Bastards! Do they know that we rely on our local crops for food? If we only import crops from outside, do you know how the pieces of crops will go up too?"

"It's very strange. For the past few days, one farm after another has reported the same crop symptoms overnight." "Yeah. I just hope their evil poison hasn't corrupted our fertile soils, or else can you imagine what will happen by then?"

Famine! Old Gia's eyes lit up while listening to the words of passerbys. And so it begins… the start of the Apocalypse, the start of the end of days. Many disciples also heard these talks, getting more and more anxious about the fat battle ahead. You know, they have been preparing for this battle for a while now. But this was truly the first real evidence they had, to show that it was coming… the end. The General and Hitchcoff, who didn't know about Old Gia's ear radio frequency, were still debriefing on the situation alongside Hitchcoff. You might think the debriefing was a short one, but that's where you're wrong After all the horror they witnessed these past few days, they had to tell everything without missing a single detail. If a pin dropped, they had to tell them how and why the pin dropped, as well as who was accruing the pin in the first place. It was amazing that the duo had been debriefing their guests for hours, even after they left the city, drove towards the city's outskirts and entered the desert. .

The General frowned. "I don't know what you want to do with Dr Ashaku and Lieutenant Harvey, but I must inform you that you're protecting the ring people." The General's hand tightened on his steering wheel so hard that his hand veins popped out. "Those 2… those 2 are doing something. It's because of their hidden information that many of our people are dead!" And in the General's heart, he could never forgive them for it.

Never! Hitchcoff was the same. Whatever information they were hiding would aid their cause. So why were they adamant about staying silent? Hitchcoff sneered, "Those 2 were so bent on keeping silent that they made up a bogus story of some hideous monster down there." He paused, laughing angrily, "Can you believe it? A monster, a creature of stories, is the thing that wiped out hundreds of good soldiers, researchers and archeologists?" Old Gia listened with a slight smile on his lips.

Something the truth is crueler than fiction. Soon, these 2 will come to regret their not-believing attitudes. Old Gia didn't blame them, because if it was The Him before, he too would have clamored for Harvey to face Military Law, and for Ashaku to get sentenced for his actions. Dorian and Old Gia listened attentively until they finally saw the vast call site ahead. The site was filled with several forces belonging to different countries who made mini-camo areas for themselves around the tomb's entrance. "Sirs, we have arrived. What now?"

What are your orders?

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