manynovel Chapter 1313 Suicide Squad
Chapter 1313 Suicide Squad
Originally, the dean planned to send a suicide squad to harass them, but after Lin Yi summoned his creature, the dean's thinking changed instantly.
In that case, having more people would naturally be better.
The Suicide Squad doesn't need to do harassment themselves; Lin Yi has enough summoned creatures to carry out harassment missions.
The role of the suicide squad should not be limited to harassment; they should be used in more critical areas to do things that normal contractors cannot do and kill people that normal contractors cannot kill.
The mad dean looked at Lin Yi and asked if Lin Yi had anyone specifically responsible for infiltration, assassination, and surprise attacks.
Lin Yi did indeed recall this. If he remembered correctly, there was a special academy called SRT under the Kivotos Federation Student Association. The students there were responsible for counter-attacks, but their training courses focused on understanding infiltration, assassination, and raids. After all, if you want to prevent such attacks, the first thing you need to do is understand how others would launch an attack.
Without understanding the enemy's methods, one cannot defend against the enemy's attacks; without knowing the enemy's tactics, one cannot break through the enemy's formation.
SRT Academy's teaching philosophy is based on the principle of "offense is the best defense." If you want to defend against assassination, you must first learn how to assassinate; if you want to block a surprise attack, you must first learn how to launch a surprise attack.
Lin Yi turned to look at Hina Sorasaki.
"SRT Academy students, could you call a few people over?"
Hina Sorasaki nodded and pressed a few buttons on the communicator.
Less than a minute later, four students dressed in dark combat uniforms emerged from the crowd at the camp, crossed the spaceship's gangway, entered the main cabin, and stood in the dining area.
Their combat uniforms are simple in design, without any unnecessary decorations, and the pockets are carefully designed to facilitate quick access to equipment during operations.
Their steps were very light, almost silent, as they walked on the metal floor of the spaceship's main cabin like cats on snow, each step perfectly timed, without making any unnecessary noise.
The SRT students stood in the center of the cafeteria, calmly watching the members of the Suicide Squad.
The members of the Suicide Squad looked at the SRT students in front of them. Although they didn't say anything, they were quite suspicious.
After all, the members of the suicide squad didn't expect to come back alive this time. The mission they went on was a mission with a slim chance of survival, the kind where they might not come back.
In that kind of mission, a teammate who drags you down is not only a burden, but also a death sentence.
If you're exposed, everyone will suffer.
The drug dealer stood up from his chair, walked up to the girl, and looked down at her.
"Not afraid of death?"
"Not afraid."
"why?"
"Because even when you die, you're not really dead."
The poison master was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.
He turned around, walked back to the dining table, picked up a glass from the table. The glass was still full of water, and the water was crystal clear.
He raised the glass to his lips, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp. Water spilled from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin onto his clothes, leaving a small wet patch on the dark fabric.
He placed the empty cup on the table, and the bottom of the cup made a crisp sound as it hit the surface.
“Okay,” the drug dealer said. “Then you guys stay with us, don’t fall behind, don’t expose yourselves, and don’t hold us back.”
Upon learning that the students' deaths were merely a return to God's kingdom, the members of the suicide squad instantly felt relieved.
Death is not the end, but merely a return to the starting point to begin anew; this concept is extremely rare even in the cycle of reincarnation.
Since no one is afraid of death, there's nothing more to say.
In the value system of the Contractors of the Reincarnation Paradise, those who are not afraid of death are considered one of their own.
Because only those who are not afraid of death can avoid being a burden on the battlefield, and only those who are not afraid of death can still grin and say "Fuck it!" when facing a desperate situation.
The Suicide Squad's first target was to destroy Apocalypse Park, because Apocalypse Park had the most people and was a good place for them to use their abilities.
Black Parasites thrive in densely populated areas, while Evil Living Species summons find it easier to exploit gaps in chaos, and a single Ghost Self-Destruct can wipe out an entire area.
"I'm leaving now. If I'm still alive, see you in a few days." The Poison Master was the leader of the Suicide Squad, not because he was older, but because he was chosen by drawing lots. Besides, whether the other team members would listen to him was up to fate.
He stood up from his chair, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, and a wisp of smoke rose from the bottom before dissipating into the air.
Black Parasite didn't speak. She simply stood up from her chair, pulled her hat down further, covering most of her face.
She walked to the drug dealer's side and stood half a step behind him. She didn't speak or look at him; she just stood there quietly, like a silent shadow.
Lin Yi then handed several Apollo missiles to the SRT students, saying that if they encountered a particularly dangerous situation, they could simply detonate the Apollo missiles and perish together with the enemy.
Although summoned creatures are immortal, it doesn't mean they can't be sealed. That's why Lin Yi gave them a way to perish together with him.
They had witnessed the power of Apollo in Kivotos; an explosion of that magnitude was enough to reduce everything within a radius of hundreds of meters to ashes, and no one, whether enemy or themselves, could escape alive.
"Teacher, when do we leave?"
“Now,” Lin Yi said. “Follow them and follow their orders. If there is danger, don’t hesitate; if it’s necessary, blow it up.”
The girl nodded, turned around, walked into the suicide squad, and stood at the very back.
Seeing the SRT students accept the self-destruct bombs without batting an eye, even the contractors from the Paradise of Reincarnation couldn't help but look at them with newfound respect.
The contractors of the Paradise of Reincarnation know better than anyone whether a person is truly fearless or just pretending, because these two types of people behave completely differently on the battlefield.
People who pretend not to be afraid of death will have instinctive physical reactions when facing death. Their pupils will constrict, their muscles will stiffen, and their breathing will become rapid. These are all uncontrollable physiological reactions.
Those who are truly unafraid of death are relaxed, breathe steadily, and have calm eyes when facing it, because they have accepted the inevitability of death and no longer regard it as something to fear.
For the contractors of the Reincarnation Paradise, they can truly tell whether a person is faking their fearlessness or genuinely unafraid of death, and it is clear that the SRT students are the latter.
They accepted the bombs without any hesitation or delay, as if they were accepting a few candies rather than bombs that could kill them.
After the suicide squad set off, the dean and Widow West began to discuss which side to deal with first.
The atmosphere between the two was subtle; it was neither cooperation nor confrontation, but rather the difference in judgment between two experienced chess players facing the same chessboard regarding their next move.
The dean suggested dealing with Death Paradise first. His reasoning was simple: Death Paradise was an old rival of Reincarnation Paradise. The two sides had clashed countless times in the war world and were very familiar with each other's tactical styles and fighting habits.
Familiarity means predictability, predictability means controllability, and controllability means that targeted arrangements can be made in advance in the plan.
When you play chess against an opponent you don't know, you might not even be able to guess where they'll move next.
But when playing against an opponent you've faced countless times, you can predict their moves even with your eyes closed.
Widow West advocated dealing with the Holy Land first, as this cult was not to be trifled with.
The Order is a trump card for the Holy Land in the world of war. Their fighting power is not measured by numbers, but by faith.
When a person has faith, they become fearless of death. Members of the cult never retreat, never flee, never surrender on the battlefield; they only charge, only attack, and only fight to the death.
This kind of enemy is the most troublesome because you not only have to kill them, but also destroy their faith, and faith is something that cannot be destroyed by swords.
The mad doctor remained silent. He trusted the dean's decision. The two had been working together since the first stage, so their level of trust in each other was certainly not low.
In a place like the Paradise of Reincarnation, finding someone willing to entrust your back to you is more precious than any equipment or skill.
The mad doctor lacks the dean's strategic planning ability, and the dean lacks the mad doctor's infiltration ability, but together they can accomplish what one person cannot.
This is the meaning of cooperation: not to cancel each other out, but to complement each other.
Su Xiao and Lin Yi did not express their opinions. As for the planning and scheming, they could leave it to the Dean and the Widow west. Too many decision-makers would make things chaotic and reduce the efficiency of the operation.
A team can only have one voice, and a plan can only have one creator.
You may have different opinions, and you can raise them during discussions, but once a decision is made, everyone must implement it without any room for negotiation.
This is not dictatorship, this is efficiency.
On the battlefield, every second you hesitate increases your risk of death; every argument you make may cause you to miss the best opportunity to strike; and every moment of indecisiveness may plunge your entire team into an abyss of destruction.
The King Kong, who looks like a gorilla and has a face full of black hair, is picking his nose. The image is very vivid and lingers in your mind for a long time after you see it.
“Death Paradise is a priority. The Holy Land's cult is indeed difficult to deal with, but now is not the time to deal with them. It would be difficult for Doctor Lan to infiltrate those charlatans, as the risk of exposure is too high.”
The dean's suggestion makes a lot of sense. We should not deal with the easy targets first, but rather choose the most difficult ones.
"It is precisely because the cult is difficult to deal with that it should be given priority..."
The widow spoke for several minutes before stopping, and her proposal was equally clear: she wanted to wipe out the cult as quickly as possible.
The longer you drag it out, the harder it becomes to deal with, because the cult will continue to grow and expand during the war.
If you don't destroy it tomorrow, it will produce hundreds more madmen willing to sacrifice themselves for God the day after.
Disagreements arose, which is the downside of two cunning old foxes working together.
Both of them have brains, both of them have experience, and both of them have their own judgment.
When their judgments align, cooperation can produce an effect greater than the sum of its parts.
When their judgments differ, cooperation becomes a drain on resources, wasting time and energy, and eroding trust and patience.
In such situations, someone needs to compromise; someone needs to relinquish their own judgment and accept the other party's judgment.
Making concessions is not admitting defeat or showing weakness, but a strategic choice.
If you give way a little, and he gives way a little, then everyone can move forward.
"Support the priority of death theme parks."
A man sitting at the long table spoke.
"Priority religious groups."
Another voice came from the other side of the table, tinged with impatience.
The speaker was a female contractor wearing light armor. Her hair was tied in a ponytail and hung down her back, with a few stray strands of hair falling out from the headband.
"Take care of Death Paradise first."
The third sound, the fourth sound, the fifth sound.
More and more people are beginning to express their opinions, and the majority of them are choosing the Death Paradise.
In this situation, the best approach is to have everyone express their opinions, because the Paradise of Reincarnation does not have a true leader, nor could it possibly have one.
No one has the right to order someone to die, and no one has the right to decide someone else's fate.
You can ask them to cooperate with you, you can beg them to follow you, you can persuade them to trust you, but you can never command them to obey you.
Because no one will obey someone they disagree with, and no one will follow someone they don't believe in.
"Alright, let's deal with Death Paradise first."
Widow West did not argue, and the Dean's plan was equally efficient. From this moment on, the Dean became the planner, and Widow West was responsible for refining the Dean's plan, while the decision-making power was handed over to the Dean.
One person is responsible for controlling the overall direction, and the other is responsible for perfecting the details. Only when both people perform their duties and fulfill their responsibilities can the plan be done to its best.
If both people want to be the decision-makers, the plan will be doomed from the start.
"We'll listen to you now. If your plan fails, you'll die."
All eyes were fixed on the dean. This was not a joke, a threat, or intimidation; it was a statement of fact.
If the plan fails, even if they have to withstand the punishment mechanism, these lunatics will blast the director to smithereens. After that, Widow West will make the decision. If Widow West fails, she will also die. This is the style of the Reincarnation Paradise.
Those with ability can become decision-makers, but the opportunity is only once, and failure equals death. It's like a mission in a cycle of reincarnation; failure will result in forced execution.
This rule is simple and direct, devoid of any sentimentality, but it is fair, it is cruel, and it forces everyone in the decision-making position to give their all, because if you fail, no one will take responsibility for you.
Under the watchful, malicious gazes, the dean smiled, clearly enjoying the feeling.
It's not about enjoying the thrill of being threatened, but about enjoying the adrenaline rush of standing on the edge of a cliff and looking down.
He knew he was standing on the edge of a knife, knew that one wrong step would mean certain death, but this feeling made him feel alive, that he was still a person with flesh and blood and emotions, not just a machine that only obeyed orders.
Those who stay in the cycle of reincarnation for too long are likely to become the latter, because emotions will make you hesitate, hesitation will lead to death, and death is the end of everything.
Therefore, many people choose to turn themselves into machines, sealing their emotions away in some corner, so that they don't let them affect their judgment or interfere with their decisions.
But the dean didn't want that. He would rather dance on the edge of a knife, walk on the edge of a cliff, and face each day with a smile under the shadow of death than turn himself into an emotionless machine.
Even if the incredibly cunning Sphinx were still alive, he couldn't stabilize the situation today.
Sphinx is indeed incredibly clever, but when facing the madmen of the Paradise of Reincarnation, he is not so composed. In this respect, the Dean is superior to Sphinx.
Sphinx's calculations were calm and rational; every decision was based on sufficient evidence, and every action had a clear objective.
However, this composure often fails in the face of the madmen in the Paradise of Reincarnation, because the madmen's behavior is unpredictable.
If you use reason to predict the behavior of an irrational person, your prediction is wrong from the start.
The dean, however, was different. He was half-mad himself. He understood what madmen were thinking, knew how madmen would act, and could predict madmen's actions using their way of thinking.
That's what makes him better than the Sphinx—not that he's smarter, but that he's crazier. (End of Chapter)