This operation was an absolute chaos, with batches dying and new ones joining, endlessly thrown into slaughter.
Bologue had already started giving up on thinking, focusing all his effort on the present.
He still remembered the phrase Geoffrey repeatedly emphasized during his induction training at the Field Operations Department.
Adapt and improvise.
Bologue forced a helpless smile, adapt and improvise? Looking at the current situation, it felt like there was no relationship with improvisation anymore, it was like editing fragments from different horror movies together, then throwing characters into the story.
One climax followed another, thinking the story had reached its conclusion, yet it was just the beginning of another chapter.
