61: It seems he's a charlatan even worse than a fellow villager.

"Beep, beep, beep"

In the hands of the Marine,

the night lamp brandished detector emitted a light curtain,

repeatedly scanning the silver-white tank in front of them.

The two in the Bridge held their breath,

staring at the slowly advancing progress bar.

Every time the detector emitted a "beep",

their heartbeats tightened a notch.

"Beep—"

"Structure scan complete."

"Gravity coefficient normal."

"Magnetic field coefficient normal."

"Void-related fluctuations stable."

"Large number of nano-level active targets found."

Finally,

the detector screen flashed, and then,

a mechanical voice announced the final results—

two normal, one stable.

White Shark and Xi Hai exchanged glances,

then both sighed in relief, as if a great burden had been lifted.

The two hearts that had been hanging finally dropped—

at least for a short time, this tank could stabilize itself.

With the immediate threat to life removed,

White Shark's attention turned to the other group of people on the field—

those 'Saint' personnel in white headscarves:

"Speaking of which,"

"these Saint fellows,"

"how do you plan to deal with them?"

Xi Hai was silent for a moment,

looked at White Shark, and asked,

"Are these guys famous?"

White Shark nodded,

"Very famous..."

"No,"

"more than famous,"

"they're infamous."

"They carry out bomb attacks everywhere,"

"some of them even suicide attacks."

“The entire Order Alliance, every single one of them,”

“hates them to the bone.”

"The zeros behind their bounties are almost too many to count."

"It's just that,"

"this organization is too slippery,"

"their most successful strike operation only managed to capture an Envoy."

"Oh, by the way, an Envoy's status is similar to a regional manager."

Listening to White Shark's introduction,

Xi Hai didn't know where to begin complaining.

At this point, shouldn't he say something like,

as expected of an otherworldly camel?

"Generally, when the Order Alliance government catches Saint members,"

"how are they sentenced?"

White Shark replied without hesitation:

"Death penalty, direct death penalty."

"The trial is just a formality."

"No matter who the Saint person is,"

"if the judge hesitates even a little, it's disrespectful to the innocent civilians who died in vain."

Hearing White Shark's first sentence,

Xi Hai had a momentary, inexplicable hallucination of a certain not-so-smart Jellyfish Head—

of course, it was only for a moment.

"Is there a risk of them surviving?"

White Shark replied:

"No precedent in hundreds of years."

"If they're not finer than an atom, it's the executioner's dereliction of duty."

After confirming,

Xi Hai began to assess the pros and cons—

according to White Shark, these guys he had neutralized,

no matter what guise they wore,

were essentially a group of terrorists with innocent blood on their hands.

Then, no matter what,

they definitely couldn't be allowed to live.

"Then let's find a government with a bounty on them and hand them over."

After finishing his thoughts,

Xi Hai said this—

since the outcome was the same, maximizing profit was the obvious choice.

Next, he refocused his attention on the screen—

he was quite curious about what those "large number of nano-level active targets" were...

"Go in."

In the cargo hold of the two FG300 landing craft pushing forward,

people were bustling—

countless captured "Saint" members, whose entire bodies had been scanned and threats neutralized,

were imprisoned here in groups of ten, strings of a hundred.

Each group was escorted and guarded by five Marines.

They didn't know,

that just now,

their fate of destruction had been sealed in just a few words.

Intensive footsteps once again echoed in the corridor in front of the warehouse—

but the warehouse door did not open.

Several Marines escorted Salman,

towards the interrogation room next door.

"Go in."

Because of Salman's special status,

he was granted the privilege of solitary confinement;

at the same time,

perhaps it was his first time seeing a wild bomb-suicide soldier,

or perhaps he wanted to see what kind of mindset his otherworldly counterpart from the camel countryman had,

Xi Hai also developed a slight curiosity about Salman.

So,

he arranged an interrogation for Salman.

Looking at the room, which was clearly laid out as an interrogation room,

Salman's expression was calm.

He unhurriedly walked into the room, unhurriedly sat on the interrogation chair, and allowed the Marines to bind his hands and feet—

throughout, no fear or panic could be seen in his eyes,

only a water-like calmness.

One Marine sat opposite him,

while two others stood on either side, holding electromagnetic rifles,

like two mountains, exuding an invisible yet deadly pressure.

The external microphone of the powered armor sounded—

Xi Hai connected from the other side.

"Salman, that's your name, isn't it?"

The only response was a cold "Yes."

His almost ingratiating attitude on the Warship,

had completely disappeared in this interrogation room.

"I'm curious,"

"when you throw bombs everywhere and launch terrorist attacks,"

"what kind of mindset are you operating under?"

“...”

After a brief silence,

Salman spoke:

"What I need to correct you on is this:",

"everything we do,"

"is not what you call 'terrorist attacks,'"

"but rather an effort made for the sacred goal of making humanity great again."

Hearing this twisting of facts,

Xi Hai pursed his lips,

and White Shark beside him couldn't help but curse.

"Sacred goal?"

"Make humanity great again?"

"Are you referring to the sacred goal of making countless innocent people lose their loved ones, their limbs, or even their lives in one explosion after another?"

"What can this make great?"

"Medicine?"

Salman sneered,

"You worms of human civilization,"

"hypocritical, corrupt, incompetent,"

"even with absolute superiority,"

"you only hide behind steel to talk to me,"

"what can your short-sighted eyes see!"

"Countless festering sores cling to human civilization,"

"if these sores can be cut away one by one,"

"then what does it matter if a portion of good flesh is also removed?"

Listening to these words,

Xi Hai suddenly realized—

wasn't this the same rhetoric cults used in his previous life?

Then these people in front of him were even worse than his camel countrymen!

Using lofty goals as a cover, justifying their actions with abstract metaphors,

and demonizing all normal things by distorting facts.

So, the next step would be to deify and worship their leader,

and proclaim so-called divine blessings?

Pulling back White Shark, who was somewhat triggered,

Xi Hai looked at the fellow on the screen—

he had long disliked such things!

Reasoning with such cults was useless,

in their daily communication,

they were either being brainwashed or brainwashing others.

If one were to refute these people's words,

they would only be led into the other party's rhythm!

Xi Hai, who had been arguing online for many years, immediately retorted:

"Sores on human civilization?"

"You are those sores!"

"Your so-called necessary sacrifices,"

"that group,"

"is the decisive force in the historical development of society!"

"And you are merely insects swimming against the current of social development!"

"What right do you have to talk about being for humanity?"

"Listening to a few lines of brainwashing from above every day,"

"preaching a few fake miracles,"

"and then believing that the whole world owes you,"

"believing that all humanity are scoundrels, consumables, heretics,"

"and then causing destruction everywhere?"

"Human civilization having you bunch of scoundrels,"

"is simply a disgrace!"

Upon hearing the last sentence,

the previously calm Salman instantly lost his composure.

He suddenly flushed, erupted, and yelled with all his might, his neck stiff:

"Cleaning up those who hinder the development of civilization,"

"seeking a glimmer of hope in despair,"

"the immense contribution we have made for this sacred goal,"

"how could you ever understand!"

"Even the sea of sand beneath our feet has acknowledged us!"

"Do you dare to kill me?"

"—Even if you kill me, it will be the same!"

"My soul will eventually return to the boundless golden sand, becoming one of the myriad holy sand!"

"That is a blessing from the sea of sand, and also the returning soul of every pioneer!"

Looking at the hysterical Salman on the screen,

Xi Hai suddenly felt uninterested.

holy sand?

As expected, he was still preaching miracles.

After closing the interrogation room screen,

he reopened the image of the energy storage tank.

The scanner was still sweeping over it again and again,

but the display was no different from before,

just continuously showing "multiple nano-level active targets."

"What the hell,"

White Shark on the side suddenly seemed to remember something, his eyes lit up.

He clapped his hands and said:

"Commander!"

"I suddenly remembered something,"

"it's very similar to the current situation!"