[Support the agent in their espionage mission. Time remaining: 85 hours 32 minutes.]0

“What?” Langley screeched shrilly, her disbelief palpable. 0

Parein looked similarly unconvinced, and he was staring at me as if I had said the most ludicrous thing possible. They had anticipated I would suggest something a little risky, but it seemed neither of them had expected me to declare an all-out charge.0

Their confusion was understandable. No matter how skilled we were, how could three individuals face over a hundred? Moreover, we hadn’t even infiltrated deep enough for a retreat to be dangerous. By all accounts, falling back for now was the logical course of action.0

However, I saw it differently. Nameless wouldn’t have been hired if there weren’t going to be any fights. Parein’s earlier words had reinforced that assumption. What they truly expected from me wasn’t my ability to gather intel, but my strength.0

Considering my lack of prior experience with covert operations as well, the description of the trial and the contents of the trial had felt off from the beginning.0

Besides, as long as we don’t leave any witnesses, can’t it be considered an assassination?1

Storming in and seizing information or assets by force could also be considered a form of intelligence work. Even in the James Band films, the protagonist usually solved problems by beating the crap out of people.0

Piiiiiiik—!0

A sharp whistle sliced through the air, unmistakably...0