"There was just a call from GS9," said the communications officer.
At the sound, the attention of the three shifted, focusing on "this call."
A call from GS9 at this time?
What are they up to?!
"What do they want?" Chen Yu asked, tightly knitting his brows, the wrinkles deep enough to crush a fly.
They never had any actual contact with GS9 in the exercise, only heard of GS9's reputation. Those who had encountered this unit described them as "unpredictable," "chaotic," "strong but shameless"... all rather absurd evaluations.
He didn't quite believe it.
So, he couldn't figure out GS9's intentions.
"They," the communications officer's face shifted slightly, speaking with difficulty, "they—"
Chen Yu, filled with rage, immediately cut him off, "What about them?! Stop dawdling like a woman, do you even resemble a soldier?!"
The communications officer promptly replied, "Reporting, they specifically called to apologize!"
"..."
The tent fell silent for a few seconds.
