Hunters were a group that valued strength, and there was no rule in Vanguard that forbade members from joining the B Squadrons by force. After all, to most members of the Hunter regiments, every A Squadron member was an outstanding talent: 99% of them were A-rank, and they were excellent Hunters who had been honed through combat and training. Therefore, the B Squadrons couldn't wait to recruit these people, so why would they turn them down?
The only thing that gave the captains a headache was that these people who came from the A Fleet had always been more arrogant, always thinking that they were superior to the people from the other fleets. Therefore, it was indeed a difficult problem for the captains to get along well with the old team members, and this problem was not something that could be solved in a short period of time.
Unlike the commanders who were thinking about the A Squadron's decision, Silin's words were so shocking that their eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.
Kick them out if they don't get the A Squadron's approval? Was that something a B Squadron member would say?
"Alright!" Ji Feng knocked on the table in front of him and waited for everyone to quiet down before continuing, "This matter has been resolved, so there's no need for further explanation. If you have any questions, you can discuss them with the management after the meeting. Let's continue … "
The meeting was going to last for an entire day, and by the time it was over, the curtains should've fallen on the B Squadrons as well. Since the commanders couldn't contact their squadrons right now, there was no point in worrying. It was obvious that the A Squadron was doing this to see how the B Squadrons would react after the removal of their commanders.
While the B Squadron commanders were feeling anxious and confused, the A Squadron's cleanup crew had already begun taking action. The Eleventh Squad wasn't the only one on the list, and the other ten squadrons were more or less on the list. This was the result of a secret investigation conducted by the A Squadron over the past few days. Even if the people on the list weren't completely wiped out, they would still be investigated further.
During the cleanup, the seats of the B Squadron commanders would display some basic information about the cleanup crew, including the reason why they were on the list, and so on.
At first, the commanders of the B Squadrons were very dissatisfied. They didn't even have the mood to sit here and continue the meeting. They were so angry that they almost left on the spot. But as the information came in, the expressions on the commanders' faces changed again and again.
Silin was still the calmest out of all the C Squadron commanders, which puzzled a lot of people.
At the same time, not far from the Eleventh Squad's base, a modified flying car with a large space landed on the ground. Nearly 50 people got out of it, all of whom were relatively young, the youngest of whom was only 15 or 16 years old.
"I suddenly feel regret." One of them glanced at the deserted base of the Eleventh Team and said.
Hearing this person's words, the people next to him also echoed, "You're not the only one who thinks so. Not to mention the training of fighter jets, there wasn't even any sound of shooting or other training. Could it be that they were all practicing shooting and other events indoors? I hate indoor training the most. I can't feel it at all! On top of that, the Eleventh Squad's formation was rather strange. There was no telling when they would be disbanded and reorganized. Everyone knew that the Eleventh Squad only had so few people, so what kind of missions could they possibly carry out? Other than mining, there's nothing else? "
Among these people, many felt that it was a waste of their talents to be assigned here. Previously, they did not directly refuse, only telling the person in charge to take a look here before making a decision. But now, they suddenly felt that there was no need to do so. Was there even a need for a squad like this to exist?
Originally, each squad was assigned seventy or so people, but the twenty or so people who were assigned to the Eleventh Squad had rejected the offer on the spot. More than half of the remaining fifty or so people didn't respond to the offer directly.
Some people even said that the Eleventh Squad was a good choice. If they joined, they would become veterans of the Eleventh Squad once it grew stronger. Moreover, they would be more respected when they returned to the A Squad. This kind of seniority was a badge of honor.
There was indeed such an unspoken rule among the Hunters. Songba Leruo and Bart, for example, were B Squadron captains. They had fought their way to the top, so it was only natural that they would have more influence after being promoted to the A Squad. This was what seniority meant.
While everyone was discussing among themselves, one of the inconspicuous-looking men was already making his way toward the Eleventh Team's base.
"Hey, Mao, wait for us!" A young man with hair that looked like a porcupine called out to his companions and caught up to them. A few more people followed behind them, and it looked like they had a good relationship with each other.
"Mogas, Phoebe, are you guys really going? It'll be hard for you to leave the squad if you go, "someone tried to persuade them.
"Hah, it's the same no matter where we go. It's even easier if we don't have a mission. We can do whatever we want." Mogas scratched his hedgehog head and straightened out his slightly curly hair. Then, he replied to the person behind him as he walked.
"Do you think a Hunter has any room to grow without a mission? Mogas, let's not talk about Mao, but if you don't have anyone to go crazy with you, won't you grow moldy from boredom? "
Mogas sighed. "There's nothing I can do. I'll just turn over a new leaf."
"... Don't use that kind of bullshit as an excuse. Never mind, just go if you want to. Don't blame us for not persuading you later."
The person who tried to persuade them turned around and walked back into his flying car. Another group of people followed after him. There were about twenty or so people who stayed behind. They were still hesitating.
"Hey, are you guys leaving or not? We're flying away first!"
"What are you guys waiting for? Look at how many people the Eleventh Squad has right now, and think about the state of the Hunter world as a whole. How long can a squad like this last? Isn't this just asking for trouble? "
The person in the car didn't know if he was talking to himself or trying to convince the hesitant people, but the more he spoke, the more confident he became. Nothing was set in stone, and the higher-ups had already said that they had the right to make their own choices. If they didn't like this squad, then there was no reason for them to stay. It was better to find a stronger B Squadron with a better future.
Some of the people who were still hesitating felt that it made sense, so they boarded the flying cars one after another. When the rest of the people saw that everyone had left, they also boarded the flying cars without any ideas.
"Hey, Panda Eyes, are you coming or not? We're taking off if you don't!" the person in the car shouted at the last person who was still standing there.
The person in the car shouted once, but didn't get a response. He shouted a few more times before throwing a pebble at the person's head.
The person who was standing there with his head down took a few seconds to raise his head. He was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. The most eye-catching thing about him was the thick dark circles around his eyes, which were literally panda eyes.
After the young man raised his head, he scratched the back of his head and looked at the people on the mountain in a daze. He slowly replied, "… Huh?"
"Huh my ass. We're going back to headquarters. Are you coming back or not? If not, we're leaving right now! "
"Didn't you say you were going to the Eleventh Squad?" The boy looked around and noticed that Mogas and the others were already far away. He jumped to his feet and chased after them while shouting, "Wait for me, I don't know the way!"
"Fuck!" The person next to the car cursed and closed the door.
The flying car that had just arrived took off once more and went back the way it came.
On the other hand, Mogas never stopped talking as he made his way to the Eleventh Team's base.
"Why did you decide to come to the Eleventh Squad, Phoebe?" Mogas asked.
"I rolled the dice yesterday, and the number was exactly eleven." Phoebe puffed out her ample chest and tucked her long curls behind her ears. "I trust my instincts!"
Mogas was used to Phoebe's antics by now. He didn't even try to hide his gaze from her perky breasts and stared at the base up ahead. "Your instincts are always decided by two dice."
"What about you, Kong Lujia?" Mogas turned to the person on the other side.
The young girl named Kong Lujia had a pretty face, but when you looked closely, you would notice that she wasn't as delicate as she looked. Her eyes reminded you of an owl, a predator in the dark.
"We'll go wherever we're assigned. It doesn't matter which squad we're assigned to." Kong Lujia found Mogas's question to be rather pointless.
The A Squad's decision was made so quickly that they didn't even have the time to investigate it. Moreover, the A Squad didn't know much about the B Squadrons, so they didn't know much about the Eleventh Squad. All they knew was that the Eleventh Squad was a new squad with extremely few members and relatively young members. They hadn't heard of any great achievements until now. They didn't even see the shadow of the Eleventh Squad's name on the platoon's merit ranking.
Mogas was talking to Phoebe and Kong Lujia about a certain senior in the A Squad when he suddenly noticed that Mao had stopped in his tracks. He followed his gaze and saw a man sitting at the entrance of the Eleventh Squad's base.
He wasn't here when they were checking out the entrance earlier. When did he show up? Just now?!
His breathing was soundless, and he looked like a statue that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. There was no sign of life in him at all, but no one could ignore him.
Who the hell is he? The Eleventh Squad actually has someone like him?!
All five of them were extremely puzzled.
Czedow opened the book in his hand and ignored them. He simply stared at the book quietly like a statue. The five of them didn't say anything either.
Crack crack —
The strange silence was broken by the opening of the base's entrance.
A middle-aged man reeking of alcohol poked half of his body out of the half-opened door and glanced at the five of them. Then, he looked behind them and gulped down a mouthful of alcohol before letting out a soft sigh.
"It's just the five of you, huh?" Shusag gulped down two more mouthfuls before turning to look at Czedow. "As expected, the Eleventh Squad isn't welcome here."
Mogas and the others found it very strange. It was because the middle-aged man reeking of alcohol was smiling brightly when he said something that should've been regretful and sad!
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