I, who was eager to retire, became an Imperial General.

Chapter 135 Yes, it's him!

As the truck slowly drove into the large warehouse courtyard in the western part of Horseshoe City, the crates of supplies filled with gold that had been placed on the truck were quickly and neatly arranged on the ground by several Imperial soldiers.

After completing these tasks, the soldiers voluntarily went to guard the courtyard.

Seeing this, Galil did not rush to act. Instead, he silently gave the order to his team members, who had activated the Shadow Spell and were now invisible, to stay put through low-frequency whispers.

They then hid themselves in the courtyard, waiting for the arrival of their mission target.

Having been sold as a monster to a circus by merchants from the Kingdom of Brown when he was young, Galil has a deep understanding of the greed of the merchants of the Kingdom of Brown. He knows exactly how foolish these humans are, who would risk their lives for money.

Therefore, he knew very well that after he released this bait, John Maslow, who was no different from those merchants and even more despicable, would certainly not let the gold remain in this warehouse.

The other party will definitely come to check it out in person, and then reveal that ugly face that he knows best.

That will be the best time for him to exact his revenge!
"But why does something feel off? Is it just my imagination?"

Feeling a strange palpitation rising in his heart, Galil couldn't help but furrow his brow, his bloodshot eyes looking around with some confusion.

Even though he hadn't found anything suspicious, he felt inexplicably uneasy.

It was as if countless eyes were silently watching him from the shadows in this empty courtyard, ready to jump out at any moment and launch a fatal attack on him and the entire Shadow Force.

Just as Galil was hesitating about whether to trust his intuition and lead his soldiers away from the strangely eerie warehouse,

The next second, he heard the roars of steel monsters in his ears.

"Squeak!"

Immediately afterwards, as the car slowly came to a stop, the driver jumped out of the jeep and proactively opened the back door.

Immediately, under Galil's blood-red gaze, a figure dressed in the uniform of an Imperial Air Force major and wearing a military cap slowly walked down.

Illuminated by the orange glow of the torches burning on either side of the entrance, the other person's appearance became instantly clear.

That gloomy face, that arrogant haughtiness, and that constantly shifting gaze, as if he were pondering all sorts of wicked thoughts every moment.

In addition, there's that signature black hair and pupils.

No doubt about it, that damn bastard is definitely John Maslow!

The culprit who caused him to lose his honor and led to the 101st Division's crushing defeat!

"!"

A strong killing intent surged within Galil's heart, but he quickly suppressed it.

He knew that now was not the time to take action against the other party.

Given the enemy's cunning and treachery, if I reveal any sign of trouble beforehand, they will definitely use the soldiers around them as shields!

Just like how slave owners used to throw their slaves off the carriage to attract the attention of bandits when they were being chased by them.

Be patient, Galil, you must be patient!
This assassination is related to the future of the Dark Assassin family. You must not be like Major General Damon, who caused the whole thing to be lost because of meaningless impulsive emotions!
Galil kept telling himself this, but his bloodshot eyes remained fixed on 'John Maslow'.

Seeing the approaching footsteps of his opponent, Galil knew that his chance to strike was about to arrive.

……

"What kind of weird glasses are these? How could the battalion commander come up with such a strange thing? And we actually have to put it inside our eyes! It's so uncomfortable!"

Meanwhile, she wore a black wig because her eyes were adorned with simple colored contact lenses made from resin, as explained by John.

Miles was in so much pain, his eyes darting around, because he couldn't get used to the new glasses and the friction from the resin. At this point, after the series of blows, Miles was on the verge of collapse.

His dream of becoming a tough guy was shattered, which was already heartbreaking enough, but now he has to suffer this torture-like torment.

If the battalion commander hadn't comforted him before the mission began, promising to commend him in front of the other four idiots after the mission was completed, he would never have worn those shitty glasses to carry out the mission of drawing fire.

"It's all because of those damned orcs! Yes, it's those bastards! If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have ended up in the 1st Battalion, I wouldn't have come to Faokon Bay, and I wouldn't have been tortured into this state by those shit glasses!"

"I'm going to kill you bunch of bastards!"

Miles was internally screaming, but knowing the critical importance of this mission, his expression remained unmoved as he slowly stepped out of the car with an arrogant demeanor.

He then strode arrogantly toward the warehouse filled with hundreds of orc assassins, his vigilance heightened to the extreme.

"Hello, battalion commander!"

Upon reaching the gate, Barnapo, disguised as a corporal, immediately saluted Miles without changing his expression, but instead of placing his left hand on his trouser leg as usual, he put it behind his back.

These were pre-prepared code words used to signal whether the enemy had taken their positions.

The enemy has arrived?

But I didn't see anyone at all. I can only say that it is indeed the third most powerful assassination technique.
There is indeed something there.

Unfortunately, all your ideas have already been anticipated by our battalion commander!
Miles was filled with mixed emotions. He wanted to nod to Corporal Barnapo and then continue with his task of drawing fire.

But then he suddenly realized that he was now disguised as Battalion Commander John, and could reprimand Barnapo as the battalion commander, and then avoid being beaten by saying that it was necessary for the mission.

Most importantly, knowing that this opportunity would be gone once it was gone, his mischievous thoughts couldn't help but start to stir.

So, after a quick glance around, he coughed twice and then reprimanded Barnabo for his improper guard duty, ordering him to do fifty push-ups as punishment.

Just as he was about to enjoy the ride, Barnabo, as if he had already guessed his bad intentions, met his gaze expressionlessly. The coldness in his eyes made Miles instinctively clench his buttocks.

The mischievous idea that had just formed in my mind vanished instantly.

He didn't even have time to pay attention to the mocking gaze of Corporal Igonila beside him. Instead, he coughed somewhat guiltily and then said seriously:

"Ahem, where did you put the things?"

"It's right in the courtyard, Battalion Commander!"

"Very good, well done, and you too."

"Of course, Battalion Commander!"

After a brief exchange, Miles exaggeratedly licked his lips with his tongue, his eyes fixed on the rows of chests of gold in front of him.

It's just like a stingy and miserly person suddenly receiving a windfall.

"Hiss, ah, the smell of gold, just right!"

Miles took a deep breath, feigning ecstasy, and then bent down with a smile to retrieve the gold from the box. However, the instant he bent down, a cold light suddenly appeared in the air, and then, with a piercing whistling sound, it rapidly approached him in his constricted pupils!

"bass!"

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(End of this chapter)