"Wait, are you saying there will be a shortage of resources on the spacecraft?" Liu Haiyang understood a little.

Jiang Ling shook her head and gestured with her eyes for him to observe the crowd ahead. After a moment, she continued, "No, I think the resources on the spacecraft are sufficient. Our leaders have thought it through very comprehensively. They wouldn't have wronged our warriors. But you've also seen that these future crew members—it's as if they've never experienced poverty or hunger."

"What do you mean?" Liu Haiyang was confused again. "Speaking of which, I remember that some of them should have experienced it before. They're not as detached from the real world as you say."

"That's not what I'm talking about!" Jiang Ling replied, scratching his head. "I'm asking you, if you were fully armed and encountered a mutant, what would your next move be?"

"Judge its threat level." Liu Haiyang immediately got into the state.

"And then? What if it's a high threat and must be eliminated?"

"Then I'll have to consult my superiors. As you know, mutants have many abilities, and I may not be able to deal with it alone."

"Only you! Only you, you have to fight it!" Jiang Ling scratched his head.

"Okay, okay! Let me think... I will hide first, and then try to use remote-controlled weapons to test it from a distance. Collecting information is also part of the mission... Uh, then, if there are no people or important facilities around, I will probably cover it with the strongest firepower at hand. I want to ensure its death..." He slowly recalled his experience.

"Yes, that's what I said!" Jiang Ling shouted.

"W-what?" Liu Haiyang was startled and stuttered.

"It's covering fire. This is the most commonly used tactic in your army."

"But I'm not the Army. The enemies we have to deal with in the Countermeasures Bureau are mutants. Almost every battle can be considered a decapitation operation."

"I think you're all the same!" Jiang Ling said angrily. "You've forgotten the fighting style of the Z Country martyrs. Let me ask you again, have you ever experienced an entire unit with only one gun?"

"How is that possible?!" He shouted as if it was a matter of course, then lowered his voice and continued, "Isn't that courting death? This isn't the way to sacrifice yourself!"

"Then let me ask you, if your class really only has this one gun, how are you going to complete the mission?" Jiang Ling stared into his eyes and asked word by word.

"Can I ask what the mission is?"

"It's a long-distance escort mission of 6 to 9 months, during which you will encounter countless mutants. You won't be able to get supplies during the entire process, and after you reach the destination, you will be required to use the escorted items for production activities." Jiang Ling replied.

"How much ammunition do we have?"

"4,700 rounds. There will be a few drones to help, and some non-organized rounds. Take as many as you can."

Liu Haiyang stopped talking. He blinked rapidly, and some bloodshot flesh climbed up his eyelids and whites of his eyes at a visible speed. Soon, his eyes turned red, as if he had a terminal illness.

"Why? Why send us to die?" he said angrily, but he was not angry at Jiang Ling.

"Okay, this is just an assumption!" Jiang Ling tried to comfort him.

"No, I know what you're talking about. I knew it a long time ago. I should have known it a long time ago." He pushed Jiang Ling's hand away. "I, I quit. I quit now."

"Hmm?" Jiang Ling found him a little pretentious.

Liu Haiyang turned his head and sighed, then he seemed to have let go of a heavy burden and smiled at Jiang Ling easily, but tears of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

"Are you going to give up now? You are such a coward." Jiang Ling said without any tone.