I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 1150 - 681 Poisonous Mouth Cannon_2

Chapter 1150: Chapter 681: Poisonous Mouth Cannon_2

Chapter 1150 -681: Poisonous Mouth Cannon_2

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“Alright!”

Mata’s answer was still very loud.

Fifteen minutes later, Mata and Edgar left the simulator one after the other. The little girl answered with a still very loud voice, “I lost! I submit to the captain’s arrangement!”

Nico Ross had them both return to the lineup but then said to Mata, “You are only forced to accept my orders now and not sincerely convinced. You just know that in my team, the position of a strong attacker is not yours, but you still think that one day when you are in another special operations team, you will still strive to become a strong attacker, right?”

“Yes, Captain.”

“Then you are wrong. If you want to become more useful, you should naturally stay in the field where you are better…”

“I am good at fighting, not a long-range sniper!”

Nico Ross waved his hand, and a simulation picture appeared in front of everyone.

It was a charming blonde woman moving freely on the front lines of the battlefield.

She was controlling a medium and small-sized slender Royal Armor, with two mechanics arms holding two dark long spears the same length as the armor itself.

She moved agilely around the battlefield, with a large amount of data being rapidly transferred to all directions with her as the center.

The two dark long spears fired Actual Energy from time to time, sometimes supporting comrades who were about to die, and sometimes working with frontline comrades who had an advantage to quickly eliminate the enemies.

At the same time, a large number of nanotech combat robots shuttling at high speed took this armor as “The Main Ship,” recharging, repairing, and submitting collected materials for analysis on various tasks.

Although she never entered a combat area within a million kilometers, her highly predictive long-range firepower and crucial information function still played an essential role in this battle.

“This is the ‘wingman’ position I give you. Do you understand? You’re wrong. You think this is unimportant, but in fact, the lives of all the special operations team members depend on you. Your influence is no longer just your own business, but everyone’s. If you do your job well, the special operations team will be more powerful, and the work will be much easier. If you make a mistake or get lazy, your comrades will die because of you, and not just one.”

This time, Mata Nicholson nodded blankly.

She was intimidated by Nico Ross.

Soon after, Nico Ross unrelentingly aimed his gun at Edgar.

“Kid, you just said you want to wear the War God Series too? Be a Free Man?”

“Yes, Captain!”

“But you know if I have to satisfy you, I have to reduce the allocation of equipment to others.”

“This resource focus is necessary to give full play to our advantage in firepower!”

“Alright, let me show you something else.” Nico Ross showed the team members another projection video of a battlefield chronicle.

This video was taken from the Z-Star March Battle, where a small team of 35 people was unfortunately exposed while tracking the enemy and was besieged.

During the breakout, the elite in the first combat sequence suffered heavy casualties and were exhausted when they broke through the last layer of the encirclement. Under such circumstances, fourteen members of the two reserve teams began the second round of charges in pairs.

In the previous battle, the reserve team members were stationed in the center, both covering the core and conserving energy, learning and analyzing the enemy’s characteristics.

When the first sequence members were exhausted, the well-rested reserve team took over in time and successfully withdrew with all the wounded members.

“I believe you have all seen similar cases before. But those were other people’s stories, and you haven’t really been on the battlefield yourself. You just treated it as a movie. Now I have two questions for you.” Nico Ross stared at Edgar Julian, “First, are you so excellent that you can defeat six reserve team members alone? Can you?”

Edgar hesitated and looked away, “I can’t.”

“Second, you should know that better equipment means a better survival rate. Do you think your life is more important than the other six people’s?”

Edgar quickly waved his hand, “No, not at all! But…”

Nico Ross snickered, “But what?”

“But aren’t you wearing the War God Series?”

Nico Ross pointed at himself, “I am me, you are you. I can face off with six opponents, so I wear it with a clear conscience. The way to get more resources is by real skill, not by talking. It doesn’t give you anything. Empty threats are pointless. If you really want to wear the War God Series, then honestly follow my arrangements and practice with me. When we become the first pioneer academy representatives, we will naturally get more comprehensive quotas. By then, not only can you wear the War God Series, but even the more advanced West Wind Series will be no problem!”

“Alright, I understand.”

Finally, Edgar, a bratty kid with a bigger temper than his abilities, bowed his arrogant head.

Nico Ross turned back and looked at Morrison, “Do you have any objections?”

Morrison Scott answered decisively, “The captain is right! I am ashamed of my previous ignorance!”

Nico Ross nodded in satisfaction, “Very good.”

Far away, Daniel Thompson, who had been secretly watching and listening, couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time.

He thought Nico Ross had some ingenious ideas, but it turned out to be such naive preaching.