Demon Lord's Reincarnation

I was still trying to figure out the right words to describe how fucking pissed off I was right about now though I just kept using the words I knew in quantity just to somehow keep the casualties to a minimum—better yet, just exactly at two because as much as I would have liked to resolve this issue and breach of trust peacefully, I simply just can’t.

Sure, at this moment in time, these two fucks and wherever the fuck they came from hadn’t done any damage yet but there was also a damn good reason they didn’t just launch an attack at this joint because one, like my answer earlier: they simply couldn’t and two, the very basic concept of attempting shit like this as they were starting was to gather information.

It involved knowing their target’s total number of people, their main base and sub-base locations, effective firepower, response times in different situations, and so much more.

Knowing one guard’s schedule was one of the few things they could use to figure out how to better understand how we do things, and the better they understand how we do things, the greater the chances of these people succeeding in whatever it was they were attempting to accomplish.

I couldn’t stress enough how easy these guards of mine fell for the “Candy in the van” trick that was only supposed to work on kids whose brains haven’t developed fully and simply didn’t know better, but it seemed like these guards wanted a tight noose around their necks and that’s what I would be giving them plus making them see an exaggerated example of what it looked like if they kept doing as they were.

My order to make their loved ones, whom they should be guarding against the threats outside, was not a fucking joke to just make a rise out of them because to avoid stupid shit like this from occurring once again, I’d take the hate and resentment they’d feel for me just so that they’d be able to learn.

The better and more brutal alternative was to make their families camp right outside the frontlines where we begin to see the undead beings come in droves but doing that might make them completely fail on my other “punishment” for them to be better guards.

And going back to our current situation, their faces told me that they already knew they fucked up, but I then turned to Ferdinand and the rest of the people—a good distance away from our transgressors—who technically hadn’t done anything wrong before I opened my mouth:

“I’ll keep them here, you have 20 minutes to gather everyone else at this very spot—and don’t even take time to pack their stuff—because their BOBs should always be ready to go in moments like these… Those valuable shit we gave them shouldn’t be decorations and they should fucking know how to use them if these guards will be the ones watching them for the rest of their stay… Do give them a brief explanation of what went down but I give you full authority to use necessary force to bring all of them here if they’re not complying with a simple summons—”

One of Ferdinand’s own officers, Marcel, interjected while wearing a complicated expression, “Sir, with all due respect, I believe in proper punishment but do we need to go this far to involve their loved ones—”

Johnny cut in with a frown as he looked at Marcel like an idiot, “Are you fucking serious right now?! You have to say involve?! You’re not gonna go far with that reasoning, kid, your COs already mobilizing the rest of ya over there!”

“I was just—”

“Listen here: these fucks not doing their jobs properly involved everyone else that lived here. They should be the first line of defense from the threats outside and while the rest of us were so~ freaking confident in their ‘skills’, this shit happens.

And let me tell you, it’s already taking everything from me to not murder every single one of them in front of their family because the kid’s making it into a teachable moment—”

I cut Johnny off, “It’s what I’m trying but this is far from one.

At most, their families will be camping outside for a few days but they don’t know that,” then I turned to Marcel, “It’s now your job to keep a tight watch over them because not only did this fiasco costs us a lot of time, I’d have to cancel the trip altogether because I’ll be sitting those two fucks in separate rooms to have a nice little talk.”

“You mean—”

“Yeah. I don’t need to visit their place to know every single about them because I just have to ask both of them nicely… I’ll only need a few hours…”

Then Artem came up from the side, “So, change of plans?”

I nodded, “Yeah, be ready to head out at a moment’s notice though.”

“What do you mean?”

“Depending on what I dig up about them, we’ll hit their place today so inform the rest of your group back home to gear up,” I replied before addressing Johnny, “I’ll also leave this place to you with Marcel but can you get into contact with Mauricio to borrow some of our soldiers some time later?

Ask them to be battle-ready because we only have those few hours of me interrogating them before they feel suspicious… JJ over there said that they just hang here right before sunset but we also need some time to mobilize everyone else and attack at the same time.”

“How many people are you bringing anyway, kid?”

“Triple this group and thrice the firepower. I don’t wanna take any chances and I don’t wanna waste any more time fighting a battle of attrition, once I heard enough, we go just like that.”

With that said, Johnny and Artem nodded as they pulled up their radios to do as they were told before I found myself alone with Jomar because I needed Bordz with a little more health points before I started to talk to him nicely as well.