As the pioneer troops who came to the Republic of East Gorteau a long time ago, the two naturally understood everything that happened in this country.
"If they have to select from five million citizens within ten days, that means five hundred thousand people per day."
Lan said calmly: "If only 10% of them can survive, that means that 450,000 people have been brutally killed today."
"If we can't stop this, then according to their biological characteristics and the degree of destruction..."
Ging ate an apple clean: "The number of deaths may be millions."
"That is to say..."
Lan concluded: "This is a terrifying catastrophe involving millions of lives, yet V5 hasn't sent a single person or contributed any effort."
"They haven't even provided any meaningful resources or support, leaving everything to the Hunter Association to handle on its own."
"And the number of people dispatched to deal with this? Counting us, it doesn't even exceed two hands."
He leaned back slightly: "If you tell it to the outside world, anyone who hears it will think it's a joke."
"This must be the result of an agreement between Chairman Netero and V5."
Ging has seen through the matter during this period: "The Chairman wanted to find a worthy opponent, something he hadn't encountered in a long time, and then, the Ant King appeared before him."
"V5 also wants to use the Chimera Ants to test whether the current human beings are qualified to enter the Dark Continent."
"Nothing is a better experimental subject than the world's strongest hunter?"
"This was a mutual agreement; they both saw an opportunity and decided to use this event to flex their muscles."
"Anyway, as far as I know, Botobai Gigante and Ginta wanted to come together but were stopped by Pariston."
"And Chairman Netero also specifically told Mr. Beans not to intervene too much."
"This incident is destined to be unstoppable by anyone."
In response, Lan nodded gently.
Indeed, he can see this from the fact that V5 asked the Chimera Ant Extermination Team not to stop the birth of the Ant King.
V5 is determined to start this so-called disaster.
Even if Lan really stopped it at that time, V5 would not give up but would let more disasters and dangers come to the six continents.
At that point, the consequences might have been even more severe, with even greater casualties and devastation.
V5 would stop at nothing to achieve its goals.
Not to mention that there is a man named Beyond Netero behind the scenes who is pushing all this.
With the involvement of various forces, the current situation has taken shape.
And those who suffered the most were still the ordinary residents of the Neo-Green Life (NGL) Autonomous Region and the Republic of East Gorteau.
All these high-level manipulations and strategies ultimately resulted in the suffering and destruction of the people at the bottom.
"That's exactly why I hate those bastards."
Ging Freecss scratched his ear. "I'd love to drag them out and beat the hell out of them."
"I agree, and I feel the same way, so..."
Lan gestured toward the side with his chin. "Let's start with the higher-ups of the Republic of East Gorteau, shall we?"
Next to the two of them, a middle-aged man was trapped in a chair.
His expression was grim, his eyes filled with fear and tremors as he looked at Ging Freecss and Lan, the two unexpected intruders.
"You are Marcos, correct?"
Lan glanced at the wall, where a display of his numerous military honors was hanging.
"One of this country's high-ranking officials and a trusted aide of supreme leader Ming Jol-ik?"
Lan casually picked up a wine glass from the table, twirling it in his hand.
"Who... Who exactly are you?!"
Marcos struggled to stay calm.
"If you're here to make me betray the supreme leader and my country, that's absolutely impossible!!"
He shouted with all his might: "The supreme leader has done so much for me!!"
"He is my sun, my—"
"Alright, cut the act. It's disgusting."
Lan interrupted him directly, and Ging Freecss closed his eyes.
"You drink expensive wine and live in a luxurious mansion, so stop pretending you're some loyal servant of Ming Jol-ik and your country."
"Doing this just makes us feel physically ill, which might lead us to take some... unpleasant actions."
Marcos: "..."
"What do you want from me?!"
He slumped into his chair in frustration. "And who the hell are you people?!"
At first, Marcos had assumed they were from the Hunter Association, coming to seek his assistance in providing intelligence about the country.
But instead…
They had taken him hostage right away, treating him like a prisoner.
This was completely different from what he had expected!!
In his mind, as a high-ranking official and Ming Jol-ik's trusted aide, he should be someone to be recruited.
No matter what measures were taken against this country, he should have been able to benefit from it, at the very least, securing his and his family's safety.
But now…
Looking at these two mysterious men, he realized that his situation was far more dangerous than he had imagined.
"Chairman Netero said he wants to adjust himself and face the Ant King in his best condition."
Lan reaffirmed their current task.
"So our job is to save as many civilians as possible without alerting the Ant King."
"As for intelligence, that shouldn't be a problem for you, right?"
Ging put his hands into his sleeves, his expression still calm: "Instead of worrying about my intelligence-gathering ability, you should think about how you're going to cover all these areas."
"No matter how small a country is, it's still difficult to monitor every place at once."
"If we can, we will. If we can't... We leave it to fate."
Lan leaned back casually. "After all, we just need to do what we can."