Chapter 805: Washington D.C (21)
"Yeah, I knew you'd say that."
"It would be nice if you could get caught soon, mosquito friend."
"Hah, that remark just ruined it."
In the battlefield, where human emotions escalate to unprecedented extremes, a conversation that should never have taken place bloomed.
For someone who lives a social life in a peaceful world, after seeing the same person twice, they would want to acknowledge them, and after three times, they might even start talking. In extreme situations like war, if you face someone five or six times...
Even if you don't want to, you can't help but start talking.
Of course, the interactions between the Black Eagle—practically a human-machine hybrid—and the US military, aside from their loyalty to the Syndicate, were limited to the lead slugs flying at each other.
This scenario was possible only due to Race, who had recently been demoted and sent directly to the frontlines, and the Dagger team, which was deployed in places where intense battles occurred, areas the US military couldn’t survive in.
Through the operation of the mobile strike force, Race was always sent to the most dangerous locations, directly interfering with the US military's offensive, making repeated encounters with the Dagger team inevitable.
—Drreeek!
"Kuh...!"
"Wake up, Black Eagle. Get lost from here."