The Commander cursed and insulted the enemy team's parents and ancestors, then furiously slammed down the phone, "Pigs! All pigs!!"
After cursing, he still wasn't relieved, so he turned and forcefully flipped the table, but since the table was made of aluminum alloy and welded to the floor to withstand sea winds, he couldn't flip it despite his face turning red and just hammered the table's surface angrily.
Table hp-1!!
He grimaced in pain, his hand slightly swollen.
The captain watched the Commander's embarrassing antics but didn't dare to breathe heavily.
No wonder the Commander was so angry. Everyone had agreed to unite and fight against enemies to protect the Guerrilla's common asset. The Commander had even flown overnight to take charge directly at Silver Island.
But nobody told him what firepower the enemy had.
It was like he was directly betrayed! Although, the headquarters probably didn't know the details either.
