216: Quack, so they're planning a rebellion!

Ten minutes, in ordinary times, is just a flick of a finger,

a high school student's eyes open and close, or an African brother's loot box opens and closes, and it's gone immediately.

But these ten minutes after the lights went out, for the "nobles" in their bizarre costumes on the floor,

became a lifelong shadow—

Just kidding, they have no lower bodies, and no lower half of their lives left.

The sound of sharp blades piercing flesh, the shrill screams, the heavy thud of Exoskeletons and powered armor on the ground,

countless terrifying and eerie sounds surrounded these usually high-and-mighty noble lords in the center,

every person on the floor cast aside the "decency" and "arrogance" they usually maintained.

Every second, someone was dragged away and disappeared, then turned into a scream,

darkness, at this moment, had completely become a terrifying and deadly monster.

When the ten minutes were up,

with a "click," blue and white electricity flashed,

and the venue finally regained its lighting—

by now, the floor was already a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

A hundred fully armed Special Operations Team Members against over nine hundred almost defenseless "nobles," and in a pitch-black environment,

this one-sided confrontation had almost no suspense—

in less than six minutes, there were basically no people left standing on the floor,

the reason the lights were only turned on now was simply because the power supply was smashed too hard when it was destroyed, and it took a little time to fix.

"Everyone! Report status!"

After pulling his combat knife out of an incredibly obese corpse, Celius looked at the blade with disgust; it was already coated in a thick layer of corpse grease.

"Action Group reporting! The heretics on the floor have been purged!"

"Lockdown Group reporting! Two heretics tried to escape through Door No. 3 and have been dealt with."

"Undercover Group reporting! The action targets are under control!"

"Security Group reporting! During the operation, three medium-sized Consortium patrols approached; two teams were persuaded to leave by us,"

"another team launched a sudden attack on us one minute ago without any communication. We lost three men, five were injured, and we wiped out all thirty-one of the enemy."

"We've just finished the battle and are preparing to report."

Celius was wiping the blade of his combat knife while listening to the report,

the Security Group's report made him freeze on the spot,

Firefight?

No!!!

He immediately realized, and alarm bells rang in his heart—

all The Consortium's patrol teams were arranged by him; where would an unidentified patrol team come from!

At this moment, among the action targets held in the middle by twenty undercover agents, The Consortium's Minister of Finance suddenly looked at them and cried out loudly—

"Soldier friends—we were forced!"

"Those First-Class Citizens used our families, assets, and lives to blackmail us into joining them!"

"We are... absolutely loyal to the Marshal!!!"

Another person nearby was shocked by how shameless the Minister of Finance was to save his life,

but in the next second, he also chose to be "wise" and follow suit—

"I... Me too!"

"Soldier friends! I want to report! These so-called First-Class Citizens, these so-called old nobles!"

"They want to overthrow the glory of His Majesty the Marshal!!!"

Seeing someone follow his lead, the Minister of Finance didn't hesitate to spill even more explosive news:

"They... they—are raising private armies!"

"They also plan, plan to launch an armed rebellion directly after tonight!"

Listening to the two of them, Celius's bad premonition grew even stronger,

combined with the Security Group's report, he immediately deduced the whole picture—

surely their actions—not just here, but throughout the Space City—

had already been noticed by the private armies of those nobles!

"Everyone! Take the targets and move out immediately!"

"We're exposed!"

He immediately sheathed his combat knife, slung his rifle, and shouted into the communication channel.

Almost immediately, the sound of communication rang in his ears again,

but this time, it was from his nominal subordinates, The Consortium's Imperial Guard Legion—

"General! This is bad!"

"Those First-Class Citizens are rebelling! Their nominal guard units just attacked our security!"

Then, a member of the Security Group also sent a message:

"Report! A large number of unidentified armed personnel have attacked us!"

"We've lost two more men. The captain blew up the passage and temporarily stalled those guys—"

"We've now retreated to the second security line! Requesting instructions!"

They reacted so fast!

Now their action targets, except for that Marshal, had all been successfully controlled,

they could basically leave.

Moreover, the rebellion of the nobles' private armies provided an excellent opportunity for them to take the Marshal away,

in fact, if they took the Marshal under the guise of an emergency evacuation, those Consortium soldiers truly loyal to the Marshal would cover them until they boarded the ship.

In less than a minute, everyone was ready. Those dozen or so Consortium officials were bound and added to the load of a few guys wearing heavy Exoskeletons,

and the twenty undercover agents also put on a set of simple infantry equipment.

However, before Dale left, he glanced at the floor and asked casually:

"What about those people who were treated like livestock?"

"What happens to them?"

Hearing this question, Celius, who was about to step out of the banquet hall, froze for half a second, seemingly hesitating,

according to his personality, he really wanted to help these poor people,

but obviously, he didn't have the means, and he had more important things to do:

"For now, the mission comes first."

"They... are tragic, but we can't save everyone,"

"let's go, we'll head out first. The Security Group will catch up on their own later."

Dale was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up and said:

"How about this, you guys go first, I'll stay here and untie them—"

"I don't want to be their savior. I just hope that since we've been here, we can at least put the power to choose their fate back into their own hands."

Celius glanced at him; it wasn't a face he was familiar with—it was a face that had possessed a Consortium noble,

but in the end, he still nodded and said:

"Go ahead, remember to rejoin the team with the Security Group—"

"Also, watch your face; the body you're using now isn't your original one."

Dale nodded. He watched as Celius stopped lingering and led the team to move quickly along the evacuation path planned by night lamp,

then he gave a bitter smile, ran to the dining table, looked at one of the bound youths, gently pulled out the combat knife at his waist, and reached for the sturdy ribbon,

muttering to himself—

"I can only give you a chance to choose,"

"and whether you choose to be a human or a beast—that's up to you."

But when he grabbed the ribbon with his hand, he was surprised to find—

it was already broken.

And the youth in front of him was looking at him in surprise, still clutching a silver steak knife in his hand,

that look in his eyes... was like a human's...