As for food, forget it, at most each person gets an extra canned artificial starch meat per day, but alcohol is easy to come by, even cheap quality doesn’t cost much.

They even released military control completely, letting soldiers loot and pillage their own city.

Menon pulled up his pants and walked out of the room happily, leaving behind the terror brought by lunatics chasing him through trenches.

He kicked away the corpse of a frail man on the ground and spat disrespectfully on him.

It’s just about playing with your wife, right?

Why make such a fuss?

He indulged in this hard-won pleasure, the thrill of dominating, even controlling others’ lives allowed him to forget his previous failures.

Just like Menon, a disheveled Cuban soldier came out from the neighbor’s house, while cries of a woman echoed from inside, but the crying only fueled the beast’s urge to conquer, failing to awaken their humanity long corrupted by drugs.

They exchanged a smile

Pursed his lips at the door, complained,

"Oh, if only we were dispatched to the city, this godforsaken place... not a single valuable thing inside, even the food is moldy protein blocks."

Menon replied,

"Indeed, the women in the city are definitely better than these tramps, the only thing worth anything here is the dry tobacco, wonder how much it can fetch in the city."

After finishing, he stretched his body, with his depression released, he contemplated whether to pop some of the little pills for a high.

His joy didn’t last long though, as an explosion boomed at the village entrance, blowing two guarding soldiers away.

Several gunshots followed, muffled sounds of bodies hitting the ground resonated shortly after.

Only then did someone belatedly shout out,

"They’re here! Enemy attack!"

Menon was immediately terrified, the fear that had just settled boiled over like hot water, cursing.

"Damn it, are those drones eating shit?!"

He swallowed hard toward the soldier by the door

Because he was responsible for patrolling with drones, yet this place was behind Da Haguai, without much strategic value, how could it be attacked?

But now he dared not speak, hastily clutching his unbelted pants and fleeing towards the village center, stumbling over his trouser legs and falling face-first in his rush.

Upon confirming the position of enemy soldiers and the civilian area with drones, the players immediately launched an attack.

Arnold, leading at the front, shouted in the channel,

"Don’t use shells, be careful to avoid those houses, there are civilians inside."

Each squad had a mechanic player, achieving the feat of assigning mortars down to the squad level, along with two automatic heavy machine guns and six drones per squad in a terrifying arsenal.

Not to mention Arnold’s MT-3 suit, equipped with personal rockets, large-caliber heavy machine guns, and full protection.

It’s hard to imagine this firepower configuration belongs to a single squad.

[Two enemy soldiers approaching at the front intersection]

[Possible enemy fire point at the second-floor window of the shop in the left-front intersection, proceed with caution]

[Enemy drones taking off, intercepting currently]

After connecting drones with the AI Sky Net, its coordination with players became increasingly seamless after several rounds of intense battles.

The more than twenty Cuban soldiers in the village were like wheat in front of them, falling instantly at the sound of gunfire.

If not dead, they were pinned behind cover, too afraid to show themselves, blown to bits by the follow-up grenades.

The Cubans, who had lost their fighting spirit and morale after a month of intense combat, couldn’t put up any substantial resistance and were routed quickly.

They could only flee chaotically towards the warehouse, fighting viciously among themselves for evacuation vehicles, speeding off with several tobacco-laden trucks without checking if the soldiers in back had climbed aboard.

Some soldiers who failed to board fell off immediately, rolling painfully on the ground, only to be crushed by trailing wheels.

With a cracking sound, the life within fled.

In less than fifteen minutes, the garrison in this village stronghold was completely annihilated, efficiently and cleanly.

But the players’ targets weren’t these recoverable leftovers.

They pushed open doors, meticulously searching each house, comforting the terrified civilians they found hiding inside,

"Don’t worry, don’t worry, we aren’t the bad guys."

Many bore the marks of beatings, with broken bones and severe injuries prevalent, some houses even contained the bodies of entire families, children included.

Arnold shouted loudly in translated Cuban,

"Who is Warren Kant?"

"Who is Warren Kant?"

The villagers didn’t answer, knowing only that war was waging, no concept of good or evil between the fighting sides, seeing both parties as demons.

"Could it be the mission NPC was killed by them?"

Arnold felt a headache coming on

Powerless, he pulled a frail old man from the crowd, gesturing,

"We were sent by Warren Kant’s cousin to save people, we’re not with those folks, we’re the good guys."

Saying this, he took out his terminal from his waist, its screen revealing a Cuban woman with a worried expression at the forefront, she recognized the old man immediately too.

When this woman appeared, a stir arose among the crowd, someone recognizing her.

"Uncle Kongge, where’s my sister? Where is my sister?"

The elder named Kongge murmured with parched lips,

"Warren...your sister, she...died, her whole family died yesterday."

The woman closed her eyes in pain,

"Those damned beasts..."

After calming herself, she addressed the villagers,

"Uncle Kongge, as you’ve seen, those Cuban soldiers don’t care about us as humans; our village has suffered many deaths, now I beg of you, please let everyone leave with these good people, away from this damned place

They have safe shelter and water prepared for us."

"But... what will we do once we leave?"

Kongge fell into despair; he’s been in the village for years, knowing too well these drug dealers have no bounds:

"Revenge!"

Warren said, gritting his teeth, eyes aflame with a burning hatred,

"They killed my son, I want to devour those bastards!"

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Onscreen, this raid squad, after killing the defenders, ’herded’ the villagers onto troop transports before departing quickly.

"Interesting..."

Lancaster mused, enlightened, combined with camp rumors stating these people were brainwashed madmen; everything fell into place for him.

So that’s it.

No wonder no matter how many were killed, their numbers never dwindled but even grew larger instead.

So they’re replenishing their ranks this way!

Many doubts cleared up in an instant.

Why Horizon Corporation had such excellent soldiers, why they couldn’t kill them all, why this faction had never been heard of before.

It must be brainwashing!

Curses? Anger?

None.

Lancaster didn’t even think they were doing anything wrong, as he didn’t consider these Cubans akin to himself as a fellow being.

Just lamenting such excellent technology being obscured and falling into such a company’s hands.

If that’s the case, then they mustn’t let their expansion continue.

Convinced he’d pinpointed Horizon Corporation’s weakness, Lancaster instructed Ron,

"Start bombing the enemy-occupied areas, bomb everything alive or building to ashes! Leave no survivors!"