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Come in, get comfortable, and let’s see what kind of trouble waits this time ❤️ ✦ The treatment continued until seven in the evening.
The remaining work was handed over to the doctors, who would handle postoperative recovery training and follow-up testing.
When it was time to go home, General Hale personally drove Nolan again.
The car followed the road along the river.
“Wait.
Pull over here.” Nolan asked him to stop somewhere nearby.
“What is wrong?” The general was a little confused.
Had they not been heading home?
Nolan opened the rear door and walked to a spot beside a trash can.
“Ugh.” A violent wave of nausea rose in him, and Nolan could not stop himself from bending over the trash can and vomiting.
The nausea kept surging.
Hale had not expected Nolan to throw up.
He and the guard sitting in the front passenger seat, who was holding a rifle, both looked at Nolan in surprise.
They truly had not expected him to break down this quickly.
For iron-blooded soldiers like them, the strangeness of the first time had already been forgotten.
Hestia guessed what was happening to Nolan.
She walked to his side, raised a hand, and gently patted his back.
The tenderness in that motion was like a mother’s care.
“Commander, what happened?” the guard asked, not understanding.
“If it were your first time seeing that much torn flesh, would you want to vomit?” Hale remembered it then.
Nolan was not a trained soldier or a doctor.
Unlike people who had witnessed blood spray, torn flesh, and internal organs in the field, he was an ordinary person.
For an ordinary person, seeing bodies in that condition would cause nausea immediately.
This was the brain rejecting information from a survival environment it had never processed before.
“Of course I would.” The guard answered without hesitation.
The first time he had seen a scene like that was when a teammate had exchanged fire with enemies in the field.
The wounds punched through his teammate by bullets, the blood that would not stop, all of it had shaken him.
If not for training, he would have been terrified the first time too.
The general did not continue.
“It must have been hard on him.
He held it in for a long time.” The fact that Nolan had lasted until now without vomiting showed remarkable willpower.
Hale looked toward the trash can.
“Notify the vehicle behind us.
Burn that trash can.” He was not an amateur.
Everything Nolan ate and drank needed protection.
Now that Nolan had vomited, the contents carried genetic information.
Hale had no intention of leaving it behind.
“Yes, sir.” The guard picked up the radio and issued the order internally.
Hestia helped Nolan back into the car.
Hale and the guard continued escorting them.
A military vehicle pulled up behind them.
A soldier carrying a flamethrower stepped out.
“Burn it.” At the squad leader’s order, the soldier activated the flamethrower.
Fire swallowed the trash can.
The high heat burned everything away.
Back inside the car, they continued toward Nolan’s home.
Looking out at the scenery beyond the window, Nolan gradually steadied his breathing.
“Sorry you had to see that.” He wiped his mouth with a tissue.
It was his first time losing control like that in front of others.
“There is nothing funny about it.
Healing the wounded is difficult for ordinary people.” “You were willing to help us.
We are the ones who should be grateful.” The general gripped the steering wheel and spoke sincerely.
If anyone deserved gratitude, it was Nolan.
Helping those people return to normal life was unquestionably a great merit.
“By the way, I have arranged the things you wanted.” “Because they are military assets, they have to be standard-issue.” That news immediately restored Nolan’s spirit.
“One thousand current-issue assault rifles and five hundred thousand rounds.” “Ten main battle tanks, with one thousand shells.” “Twenty rocket artillery vehicles, with five thousand guided rockets.” “Fifty reconnaissance drones.” “One thousand loitering munitions.” Hale reported according to the list.
“The higher-ups discussed it.
Considering that the place you are going is a Dungeon labyrinth, the first environment you enter may be narrow, so the equipment cannot be too bulky.” “The priority is safety.” This configuration was already a heavy arsenal.
“I understand.” Nolan had not expected one regional command to provide so much weaponry.
“If I had strategic launchers under my command, I would have tried to assign one to you too.” Hale felt that if his command had possessed heavier strategic weapons, he would have tried to give Nolan one as protection.
“Please do not.
Even if I dared use something like that, the price would be too high.” Nolan quickly raised a hand to refuse.
Good grief.
This man even wanted to assign strategic missile launchers to him.
Was he trying to end his own career?
Those were national-level deterrents.
They were not used lightly.
Even if they were mass-produced, they would not be handed to one person.
“There is one more thing.
Can you arrange a batch of offline computers with an internal network for me?” “I am not worried about firepower, but I need to know how effective individual weapons are against Dungeon monsters when area fire is not available.” “If I encounter monsters with wind-attribute magic, bullets might be deflected if they are not backed by enough volume of fire.” Firepower was not the problem.
But caution was necessary.
His life mattered.
Whether bullets could pierce the hides of certain special monsters, or what would happen against wind-attribute Dungeon monsters, was not something he could assume.
“You want to test weapon strength?” “No problem.” Hale had not expected Nolan to ask for computers to calculate and test these forces.
“Reed, quickly send a message to the IT department.
Have them prepare rugged offline computers and short-range local network routers as fast as possible.” “No, give them half a day.
I want the equipment transferred here by then.” Testing weapons.
For the military, this news was enormous.
Another world.
Modern physical technology colliding with monsters from a mythical magical civilization.
The image alone was fascinating.
“Yes, sir.” Lieutenant Reed, sitting in the front passenger seat, immediately took out his phone and relayed the order to the command.
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