"That's Suote! That's Suote!"
Dailot, dressed in a white suit, nearly furious, walked up to the officer in the gray military uniform, pointing at the photo of a figure standing on a mecha, left on the screen in front of the command platform, and yelled furiously, "Do you see him?"
"Calm down,"
the officer in the gray uniform said calmly, "Anger will make you lose your reason and your ability to judge, and this is probably exactly what your enemy wants to see, Mr. Dailot."
"Are you still planning to let your troops advance so slowly?"
Dailot took a deep breath, looked at the officer in the gray uniform in front of him, and said hoarsely, "The last time I contacted him, he was still cornered in Minte City by Note Intelligence and the Western Steel Mercenary Corps, but now, he's guarding the Northern Gate with an army and mechas,
"I believe you are well aware, Commander Wistain, of what all this means—Minte City is likely already completely out of control."
