Starting from the Planetary Governor

Chapter 142: Chapter 130, Personal Desire_2

Everyone was somewhat panicked.

Even during the most intense battles in Revival City before, all they did was listen to the sound of gunfire and feel the vibrations when the orbital bombardments hit the wind farms on the outskirts of the city, shivering with fear inside their homes.

But as for a clear and present physical threat, it hadn’t been as palpable as now.

If they stayed any longer, death was certain.

The plunderers, no matter what they were planning, clearly weren’t going to let them go.

The seven people discussed and decided to make a run for it before those guys came to trouble them and restricted their movement.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

They were no stealth experts, not even soldiers; they had no training in this area, how could they possibly sneak out of a town unnoticed?

In fact, they hadn’t gotten far before they were caught.

Morgan was struck on the head with two strikes of a gun butt, leaving him dizzy. By the time he regained most of his senses, he and his colleagues were already tied up in a room.

Now, all he felt was regret, immense regret.

Back then, choosing to go on a business trip had been because he was dazzled by the pie in the sky painted by his boss, blinded by the extra travel allowance.

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He had only seen the benefits and forgotten how dangerous the wasteland was.

Now what?

“No choice, just wait for death,” said one person optimistically.

A true pessimist would have said, “Is there any way to die quickly, preferably painlessly? The plunderers here actually eat people, and some even more twisted, to ensure the meat is fresh, slice and roast while the victim is still alive…”

Morgan, who had just recovered from his dizziness, was scared almost to the point of fainting again upon hearing their conversation.

Wait, just a few days ago I was at home enjoying a blissful future with my wife, and now you’re telling me I might be skinned alive?

His mindset was collapsing.

Morgan didn’t want to die. He shook his head, trying to think of a way out but couldn’t. The seven of them were tied up tightly, thrown on the ground, struggling even to squirm like caterpillars, let alone think of a way to untie themselves.

It would be futile anyway; they were unarmed, and there were two armed plunderers guarding the door.

What to do?

No matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn’t think of a solution.

And then an even more despairing situation arose.

He heard footsteps outside.

It seemed like several people were coming over, then started talking to the guards at the door, and then there was some arguing.

The conversation was slightly muffled by the door and wall, but it sounded like…

“…orders…to come…is it these people?…execute…just bury outside…release…no good…”

Those words made Morgan go pale.

It’s over!

They were coming to execute them!

As he thought this, the door was opened.

He saw three armed plunderers walk in.

Morgan was terrified.

He felt that everything was over.

At that moment, all he could do was close his eyes, preparing to face death, praying his end would be swift.

But just then, he heard one of the newcomers speak.

“Chief Terrell’s orders are to kill all of you.”

Just as I thought… Morgan thought to himself.

Then he heard a twist that gave him a flicker of hope:

“But I can let you go, only if you agree to one condition.”

Before Morgan could speak, his colleague beat him to it:

“What condition?”

The newcomer sighed, “Chief Terrell insists on opposing Revival City, which I disagree with. I see this as an opportunity to wash my hands of this, stop plundering, and live as a peaceful citizen of Revival City. What’s wrong with that?”

He paused, then added with some dejection, “But, I can’t change his mind. So, I took the task to execute you, but I want to let you go. When Terrell is defeated, you must remember my kindness. If I’m captured, you have to rescue me; if I escape, I hope you report this and help us secure a place in the New Alliance.”

Morgan hurriedly responded, thumping his chest, “Of course! We’ll certainly do that!”

The others also hurriedly made various promises.

The newcomer relaxed a little and threw them some clothes, “Then quickly change into these, and I can find a route to have my men escort you out. I still have to find some bodies to burn as yours; we’re short on time.”

Morgan and the others sprang into action.

While hurriedly changing, it crossed his mind:

The promotional work for the New Alliance policies in Sanchi Town was actually effective.

After changing, Morgan and the others were led out.

At the moment of parting, Morgan hesitated but still said, “You might as well escape with us. Otherwise, if your act of releasing us is exposed, it could be very dangerous.”

“If I escape with you, we won’t make it. My identity will cover for you. As for the risk of exposure… I’ll be prepared.”

“All right then.” Since the man had said so, Morgan didn’t insist, but he asked another question:

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Reddy Bore.”

…

“Reddy Bore… these seven, are they really from the New Alliance?”

Faced with Chief Terrell’s question, no matter how much turmoil was in his heart, at least Bol managed to maintain a calm exterior: “Of course.”

Chief Terrell’s green eye peered at him for a good while, then turned his gaze onto the other members beside Bol, “Then tell me, why is it that your Captain Bol specifically wants the bodies burnt?”