Inside Suvasong Camp.
The Great Angel was about to indulge.
Still the same bald biker, he rushed into the nave with a terrified look, shouting.
"Great Great Angel, hurry! There's… there's an entire army coming this way!"
"What? An army? Are you sure? How many people? Get out, you scum!"
The Great Angel yelled, shoving the girl serving him roughly aside.
"Speak!"
"They have three hundred men! Four armored vehicles equipped with anti-aircraft machine guns, several armored minibuses! They're all wearing NATO uniforms and bulletproof vests, heading this way!"
"Three hundred men?! What are their weapons? What the hell are they equipped with?"
"Assault rifles, submachine guns, and System Weapons. And they brought a lot of Advanced Professionals!"
The once imperious Great Angel now broke into a sweat, panic rising.
The bald man was overwhelmed too, his pants were wet.
He had only glanced at the army and was overpowered by their presence.
