Chapter 430: Chapter 112 I’m Done Talking_3
The goal was simple. Sandra wanted to probe Link’s vigilance.
The seemingly pointless conversation with Link was actually Lanny trying to explain something, and Link indicating that there was no need for explanation.
Some things do not need to be fully explained, as long as one understands what is implied.
“Okay, I agree.”
Without giving it a thought, Link agreed to Lanny’s request for alliance after hearing it.
In a new team, having an ally with familiar origins is always beneficial, especially when standing alone is tough.
“During the meeting later, you might be challenged. Just ignore them.”
Lanny’s face lit up with joy. She immediately shared an intel, “The one who will be in charge of biological research with you will be Tiffany Colonna from the pure-blood family of the local West Coast.”
“Hmm… Colonna?”
Link pondered to himself, quickly recalling Scott Colonna whom he’d beaten into a disabled state.
He understood why Tiffany Colonna, whom he had never met before, might be hostile towards him.
He couldn’t help feeling somewhat speechless.
These large families were indeed annoying.
Just because he had beaten up a reckless member, he got involved elsewhere.
It all felt like a tight spider web. Dense and complex.
“I see, thank you for the warning.”
Link nodded, thanking her.
“Let’s go. Let’s go to the meeting together.”
Without any comment, Lanny stood up and walked out.
Link followed her out.
A tent had been set up in the centre of the Hexagram.
The temporary command centre was situated in this tent.
Lanny led Link into the empty tent to wait for the start of the meeting convened by Sandra.
The rest of the members of the mini legion gradually arrived.
All eight members in charge of reconnaissance and combat, including Sandra herself, belonged to major families from the headquarters of the academy.
Their demeanor and impressions gave off no sense of haughtiness, but instead made one feel respected and valued.
On the other hand, Tiffany Colonna from the pure-blood family of the local West Coast, and Fred Percival, someone Link had not seen or heard of before, both embodied a condescending and domineering air.
“Everyone’s here. Let’s start the meeting,” Sandra said as she stood in the center of the camp, clapped her hands gently to attract attention, and called up a holographic projection of the terrain and topography of the Level 3 Insect World as a backdrop, beginning to speak.
“We’ll skip the introductions for now. Once the mission is over and I’ve decided who can remain in my team, then it will not be too late for introductions at that time.”
“Otherwise, it’s just a waste of time.”
“For this mission, the objective given by the Supreme Council is to investigate the ecological structure, abnormal changes, and cause of anomalies in the Insect Race of this Insect World.”
“Personally, I have added three more objectives. First, I want a nest; second, I want a method to control the Insect Race; and lastly, I want a method to strengthen the Insect Race.”
“I hope, everyone can work together to complete these six objectives.”
“Now, let me clarify everyone’s roles and responsibilities.”
“Myself and the seven of you will take care of reconnaissance and combat. If nothing else, at least we would be able to go in and out unscathed.”
“If anyone, whether due to subjective or objective reasons, causes a lapse leading to loss of life…”
“I’m sorry, you’re not welcome in my team.”
“You two, Lanny Taylor and Mr. Percival here, you’re in charge of logistics and medical.”
“You two, Ms. Colonna and Link Grande, are in charge of biochemical research. I know there may be some conflict between you, or there might not be. But I hope, there really wouldn’t be.”
“I’ve said all that I need to.”
“Who agrees? Who disagrees?”