Shutana and Cabriel quickly came to the ground, and the car of the colonial satellite commune had appeared in front of them.

"Listen, Capri, don't shoot until you have to," Shutana did not forget to admonish his men one last time, and this impulsive boy always made him a little uneasy: "As long as we wait until Michael has planted the bomb, our mission will be half successful, and we must not make any mistakes." ”

Hearing the captain's admonition, Cabriel said disapprerovingly: "I know, you still can't believe me, I will never shoot without the captain's order." ”

"That's good." The car had already arrived in front of them, and Shutana waved vigorously for them to stop.

"Stop!" Seeing the car stop honestly, Shutana breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that there should be no problem.

Cabriel walked up to the stopped car and tapped the door hard: "Get out of the car!" ”

The passengers in the car got out of the car honestly.

There were two people in the car, a male driving and a female sitting in the passenger seat.

The man driving the car looked very nervous and nervous, probably nervous when stopped by the military, while the woman was about 20 years old and very young and beautiful.

About the same age as Michael Michael's daughter, no, a little older, Shutana unconsciously compared her to the daughter of his old subordinate.

He did not forget his purpose, and spoke in a blunt tone, trying to create some pressure on the two workers: "This area is under martial law, what are you doing. ”

The woman of the two laughed and said, "Ah, I'm sorry, we're from the Colonial Satellite Commune. ”

If that was the case, looking at the uniform on the woman's body and the very obvious brown skin, Shutana was already half convinced, but he still hadn't completely let his guard down.

"There seems to be a problem with the sewage system, which may overflow onto the road, and the higher authorities ordered us to come and check it quickly, so as not to affect the delegates at any time, and we can't afford it."

This is indeed the business scope of the colonial satellite commune, and in a sense, it is indeed a big deal, but unfortunately, it is impossible for Shutana to say, okay, you go over, just let them go, even if it is not humane here, they must be driven away, and this is also for their good.

At this moment, Andy's voice came from inside Shutana's headphones:

[Head, Prime Minister Darcia is moving forward again, are you guys ready over there?] (Radio content in curly brackets)

Michael replied angrily:

[Didn't I、Did I say?] Wait for me! Ah, damn it!! Capri, you bastard!! 】

Something came from the radio, and Andy hurriedly asked what was going on, to which Michael replied:

[It's nothing, Capri's bastard can't put a bag well, and all the tools have fallen off the ladder.] 】

[It's going to be good right away.] 】

Shutana frowned and turned to the woman from the satellite commune, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and after a glance, he turned to look at the man.

The woman had the hands that you could tell at first glance that they were laborers, but the man 。。。。。。

Weak, white-skinned and abnormal (after all, it grew up under the artificial light of SIDE3), and the hands are also very delicate, not at all like a person who does manual work.

"People from the colonized satellite communes? Forget it, this guy doesn't look like a colonized satellite commune. Shutana's suspicions suddenly rose again, and he asked vigilantly.

"He, he's a newcomer to the company," the woman looked like she had a headache: "It's really true, and he found me a job with a newcomer as if he was not busy enough." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the man bowed his head in embarrassment and shame and said, "Yes, I'm sorry, senior!" I'll try! ”

It doesn't seem to be suspicious.,Just like all newcomers who have just entered a company or agency.,Can't hold your head up in front of your seniors.。

It seems so.

But Shutana's instincts told him that something was wrong, and he looked at the car behind the two: "What's in your car?" ”

The woman quickly replied, "Ah, sorry, it's the repair tool, and my two colleagues." ”

As she spoke, she shouted back, "Hey, you all come down." ”

As she spoke, two big men emerged from the back compartment of the car, both dressed in the uniforms of the colonial satellite communes.

Shutana stepped forward and stood outside the cabin to take a look, and there was nothing wrong with it, all ordinary repair tools, and a wooden box.

Ordinary workers indeed, Shutana judged.

In that case, let's get rid of them quickly, Michael's work is almost over, and it's time for his people to retreat.

Otherwise, after the successful assassination, the alarmed von Brown military police will definitely search the whole city, and they must leave here before then.

As if echoing Schutana's thoughts, Michael's voice came out of the headphones:

[Shutana, I've got it here, I can detonate it at any time.] 】

So Shutana said to the woman, "It seems that there is no problem, but I cannot let you go, and I cannot disobey the instructions of my superiors." ”

Don't contend with the power of the state, it's best for you to leave quickly, Shutana thought in his heart.

"Go back quickly!"

However, the other party was very ignorant, and ignored Shutana's kindness: "Please don't say that, sir, our side is also an urgent job, if something goes wrong, we can't afford it." ”

Although the woman spoke in a low voice, her words contained a determination that she would not back down: "Think about it, if there is a real problem with the sewage system, then the Prime Minister and the federal representatives of Zeon will have to wade through the smelly water to the venue, and we cannot afford to take responsibility for such a major problem." ”

Shutana's heart began to become irritable, and just as Shutana was arguing with someone, Andy suddenly said in surprise:

【Head!】 Darcia's car suddenly started to accelerate! 】

【What! Michael asked, "What's going on?" 】

[I don't know, but at this rate, they will reach the target location in twenty minutes at most!] 】

[Please hurry up and transfer, otherwise you won't be able to leave later!] 】

Cut! Hearing this, Shutana couldn't help but become a little impatient, and he tried his last hand to convince the worker in front of him: "That has nothing to do with me, anyway, the order I received is not to let anyone pass through here, and if you have any opinions, tell my superiors." ”

However, Shutana's words were taken as proof of concession by the other party, and the woman said unrelentingly:

"Really? So I'll just say it? ”

[Don't talk nonsense with them, head!] 】

"You're a soldier of the Lunar Garrison, aren't you?"

[Hey, Shutana, now is not the time to care about others!] 】

"If the worst happens, I'm going to tell your superiors that it's all because you don't want us to make repairs."

[If you don't transfer now, we won't be able to leave after that!] Our fake identities can't stand up to the Federal Army's investigation, and if our presence is discovered, those of us who are in such a place without orders will be treated as the first suspects! 】

"If there is such an accident, the media will definitely look for the cause, and we will definitely be sad at that time, but we will also explain the actual situation to the media, because you stopped our work that led to such consequences!"

[You don't understand what happens when we get caught, do you? Shutana! 】

Damn it! Shutana roared in his heart, these idiots who don't listen to people! If you still speak in that tone, do you regard your work as a sense of mission? Is it craftsmanship or something?

What a hindrance!

[It's getting closer!] Head, please make a decision quickly! We don't have much time left! 】

I know! Give me one last chance!

Shutana was by no means a good man or a friend of justice, he was undoubtedly a dirty man。。。。。。

But people who have not yet completely abandoned their humanity.

There is no way to do this kind of work, but try not to affect innocent people.

It's just this principle of insignificance, self-talk, hypocrisy, and compromise.

There are still times when I can't take care of it.

Do what you have to do, Shutana! 】

"Is that okay?" The woman from the colonial satellite commune said righteously.

With the last kindness he asked:

"Are you going to go over anyway?"

The woman of the colonial satellite commune completely misunderstood what Shutana meant, and she said with a look of victory: "Yes, this is our job!" ”

It's your job。。。。。。。 Is it?

Then it can't be helped, Shutana sighed in his heart, this is also our job.

So, sorry, I have my responsibilities too.

He is not a person who will toss and turn for a choice and regret it, but a man who will resolutely fulfill once he has made up his mind.

"Well, I can't help it." Shutana said, turning his head to look at Cabriel, who immediately understood what he meant.

Then he silently raised his assault rifle.

If you want to do it, you can do it without leaving hidden dangers.

If these workers had just turned around and left, even if they were found by the federal army afterwards and told them about themselves and others, the war would have broken out long ago, and they would have already returned to SIDE3.

But now, the time has come when they have to retreat, and in this case, the nearby von Brown military police will definitely start a large-scale search, and it will be bad if these people are found and their whereabouts are leaked.

If von Brown discovers the whereabouts of himself and the others, let alone leaving the port on a prepared spaceship, it is a question of whether he can even reach the spaceport, which is not Zeon's territory after all.

So if they don't go, you have to kill them yourself.

It's a pity, but that's Shutana's job, and it's no longer time to be able to take care of your own principles.

"So be it." This was not said to the people of the Colonial Satellite Commune, but to the rest of the team.

"Thank you, thank you for your understanding, we will solve the problem soon, and it will not be difficult for you."

But these words seemed to be understood by the other party as a concession from Shutana, and the woman said with a little excitement.

Perhaps there is a hint of the thrill of overcoming the public power of the state in that excitement.

Who knows.

As she spoke, she turned to look at the other workers, "Hey, get the tools out—"

"I'm sorry." Shutana was sincerely sorry for the innocent people who had been implicated in his work, but his apology did not affect the hand that fired his gun.

He is such a man.

He pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the back of the woman's head.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out.