Chapter 117: Perfunctory
Veins throbbed on Colin’s forehead, but he skillfully emptied his mind and adjusted his mindset. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh. “No matter what, I’ll just do my best with what I can.”
“Just like Russell said, we were here; we resisted, we struggled. We may not win, but as long as we can reach this point, it will be enough.”
After a brief self-consolation, Colin’s oppressive mood lightened somewhat. However, as he was about to continue using his brain, Sanna’s gentle, soothing voice came from beside him: “You look very tired, do you want to rest a bit more?”
“No, it’s fine, I’m not tired,” Colin said, his expression stiffening slightly before quickly reverting to his usual smile.
This little episode ended quickly, but something made Colin start thinking about some matters.
[You realize that your ability to gain information will not disappear like “bullets,” and you are confident about this.]
“Haha, I believe you.” Colin’s mood improved significantly. Whether this information was true or not was unknown, but even if it was just perfunctory, it made him feel much better.
If one day the “hints” were to disappear, Colin would at least use all his brainpower to “squeeze” its remaining value. After all, the benefits it brought were tangible.
Although the firearms were “sugar-coated bullets,” the bullets they fired were real.