Curse The Mainframe! 451 Two Poor Kidnapped Victims

"Marshal, report! Orbital strike ordered by Captain s.h.i.+lka from the scouting team has been deployed. Results are shown to be optimal. The planet is confirmed to be C-Cla.s.s."

The subordinate handed over the reports about the follow-up procedures as the people in power flocked to the site where the beam struck. Many of them had been fearful, and they had sent over the strongest people to check it out.

The marshal looked over it with a sharp eye before she handed it back to the subordinate. 

"Proceed as planned."

"Sir!"

The marshal would have loved to continue on like this with the orbital strikes and wipe out the 75% of the population that was required, but she was under explicit orders not to, so she could only continue on this way.

Had she been allowed to do so, this would be over a lot quicker than it was right now.

But she could not do that, nor could she even make a move herself.

Unfortunately, her wish for that thing to be foiled in its plans… would probably never happen. Especially now when it was so close to completion…

Still, she sent three more orbital strikes at highly populated areas, which helped wipe out about 5% of the total population.

Her eyes were completely emotionless as she did so, as if what she did was nothing more than wind pa.s.sing by. It didn't stir any emotions within her at all, which made some people feel a chill.

Their marshal was emotionless as the beams descended from their s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p.

What had she not seen? She had seen entirely too much. And she was ruthless to herself and others.

What would pa.s.s would pa.s.s.

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Andrew and Lance entered a large shop that sold a lot of necessities. Whether it was food or supplies, they had it all in decent amounts, which was suitable for the team's needs.

They had split up the various goods to buy amongst them previously, and the team of two were in charge of securing food supplies.

While they had those that were brought by them, it wouldn't last forever, and they were here for the long haul.

"You grab the food items, I'll get the water," Andrew said.

Lance nodded.

While Lance was quickly filling up the trolley with various food stuff, Lance moved towards the far end of the section.

He quietly talked to the person in charge of the store, ordering many more things that they required periodically. He even ordered for it to be dropped off in a certain location in time.

Though the clerk looked confused about the location, he didn't say anything. After all, they were paying customers – and they were willing to pay a premium for the s.h.i.+pping and the secrecy.

What they needed it secret for, he didn't know, but he didn't care either. With this much money, the man could do whatever he wanted.

After he was satisfied, he walked by a person in a black cloak who was also picking up a few things.

"Okay," Andrew said to Lance. "We're done. Let's go back now. I've arranged for monthly drop off, and we won't have to come back here again next time."

Lance didn't have much to say. He just nodded again to show he understood.

They left with a lot of bags, which attracted attention, but the people soon lost interest when they saw that it was just food.

However, they also came under the attention of a bunch of more unsavoury sort of people who lived in the city, and they were quickly marked as prey.

People like this… should be rather rich, even if they were trying to be 'lowkey' in their appearance.

The two partners rented a creature that would allow them to travel quicker, which made the thieves' eyes gleam.

As they headed out of the city, they were subsequently kidnapped quickly.

They were surrounded by a bunch of bandits who were about to kill them.

Lance quickly fell to his knees, holding his hands up to show that they didn't have any weapons.

"Wait, please. Please don't kill us! My parents are rich," Lance said quickly, his face full of fear and worry. His face was pale, and he had good features. Even the clothes that he had on now looked refined.

On the other hand, Andrew held up a knife menacingly. He inwardly thought to himself that this time's newbie was rather quick. He knew how to act immediately. "If you dare to touch a single hair on the young master's head, the old master won't let you rest in peace!"

The bandits were half threatened, and half enticed.

If what he said was true, then it was a windfall that had fallen into their laps without any warning at all.

The bandits exchanged glances between each other before discussing it in hushed voices.

Of course, they didn't know that they could be heard by the two partners, who were very satisfied with this exchange.

In the end, the two of them were brought to the bandit's base with sacks over their heads and their wrists tied together.

After being locked in a dark room with poor ventilation, Andrew quietly tapped the light brain on his wrist in a set code.

The holographic image of his captain appeared on the screen, and his own appearance was shown to the other side of the line.

"Reporting to the captain, we have been captured by bandits." Andrew's voice was m.u.f.fled by the sack that was still over his head.

He could have removed it, but… well. Where was the fun in that?

On the other end of the call, s.h.i.+lka, who received the call, fell speechless before deciding that this was probably another one of Andrew's strange moments of having 'fun'. 

Seeing the sack over his subordinate's head, his lips twitched a few times.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to get more information this way?"

Andrew rejected this speculation. "No, I want to take over the bandits here."

"…" Take over the bandits? Then why did you need to act like you were captured? Couldn't you just directly beat them down like most of them did? They were usually obedient after a good beating. But whatever. It had no impact on their plans, so he could afford Andrew a bit of fun. "Do what you want. Report back in 24 hours."

"Okay, captain."

After ending the call, Andrew lightly spread apart his arms, and the ropes that had been binding his wrists previously broke apart just like that. He ripped off the sack that was over his head, and blinked.

The bandits sure were considerate. The room was dark, so after he took off the sack over his head, he didn't need to adjust his vision at all. Very considerate indeed.

Andrew was quite happy with the standards of the bandits. He decided that he wouldn't beat all of them down quite so badly.

If the bandits knew what he was thinking, they would be speechless. After all, they were here as victims, not guests, alright? They had to instil some sense of fear and hopelessness in the kidnapped victims before they released them.

After all, if they were released and came to get revenge, they probably wouldn't even know how they died.

Yet, how was this man behaving right now?

"Still not taking it off?" Andrew said as he fiddled with his communicator.

Lance struggled a little, but he couldn't break out of his bonds like Andrew had so casually.

Andrew was speechless as he remembered that this was a newbie, not his dead partner.

He ripped the bonds apart and took the sack off him.

"Let's go cause some trouble," Andrew said as he stood up, a mischievous smile on his lips.

This time, it was Lance's turn to twitch his lips. Why did this veteran that he was a.s.signed to seem kind of unreliable…?

Still, he obediently followed the other man without any fuss.

They walked to the bandit's main building.

When Lance thought that they were going to sneak in from the back, Andrew instead kicked down the front door, stunning both Lance and the bandits who were lounging around inside.