12. Chapter 12
The three newly recruited members were assigned distinct roles: Remy as the counter-tracker, Louis as the poison specialist, and Markum as the codebreaker. All three had been drawn in by a photo of Marcia. However, upon arriving at the base and seeing Marcia in person, they were only allowed a brief glance before being told she was the captain’s girlfriend. The three lamented their naïveté, cursing how beauty had misled them. Once inside the base, there was no hope of leaving again.
Gasti’s compliment was well-received; eight of them grinned widely, while the other three knelt on the ground, pounding their chests in disbelief. After a stern reprimand, they reluctantly accepted their fate—there was no way they could withstand the combat prowess of these eight veterans.
Gasti promised them that after the competition ended, they could be discharged early and still enjoy certain military benefits. Only then did the trio stop sulking. Their role was supportive, meaning they didn’t require intensive training.
In addition to these support members, the base housed three long-range snipers and one bomb disposal expert. The seven of them watched all the recorded footage and concluded that breaking into the top ten was an impossible mission. Yet impossibility had to be turned into possibility. Gasti threatened them—failure would mean deployment to the front lines.
Faced with such a daunting task, the seven began studying the competition grounds carefully, analyzing all the rules and scoring criteria. The main force and the support team trained together, each working from their own angle. To win, teamwork was essential.
Morning runs involved all fifteen members. The three lagging at the back and four in the middle pushed themselves to near exhaustion—breathless and trembling legs during breakfast. The three newcomers and the four base members looked at the eight main fighters like they were monsters. Even after breakfast, the eight would run drills again without showing any sign of fatigue.
The base only allowed one day off per month. When the special training team heard about a group dinner, they responded enthusiastically—but had to run to town. The seven support members all begged off, claiming they wanted to return to the dormitory and sleep.
Remy watched the eight run alongside the truck and couldn’t help but sigh, “They’re not human.”
Louis replied, “Then what exactly is the captain?”
Markum shook his head, “We’re just ordinary mortals.”
The three were assigned to the same dormitory as the snipers. With no duties on their day off, they began constructing a scale model of the competition site in a tool room. They wanted to simulate the victorious team’s strategy since watching the videos only showed results, not the process.
As civilians, their passion was unbounded—they worked tirelessly, regardless of time.
In the small town of Margaret, a truck pulled up in front of a charming house. Several people jumped down. Neighbors watched for a while but lost interest when they saw the newcomers enter through the main door after fingerprint identification.
Aks opened the door, and a group carrying bags of food followed him inside.
Soon after, Gasti and Aks sat in the living room watching the news, while the other seven read through various kitchen appliance manuals. They had clear divisions of labor: main courses, side dishes, desserts.
Aks teased Gasti, “Captain, you have seven wives—aren’t you tired?”
Gasti glanced back, lowering her voice, “Of course I’m tired.”
Aks stifled a laugh, his shoulders shaking.
The house wasn’t large, but the kitchen and dining area were specially designed to be spacious. Even the dining table seemed custom-made for Aks, comfortably seating ten.
The lunch was sumptuous. Before they began, someone adjusted their wrist device and said, “Captain, please take a photo for us.”
“Hey, you missed me!”
“We’ll add you later, first the group shot.”
Surrounded, Gasti stood with Sand behind her, his arms wrapped around her neck. Torlan and Raven sat on either side, while Velian and Perrin stood behind, hands resting on Gasti’s shoulders. Lacra and Lucy stood behind Sand. Gasti smiled with a carefree charm.
After this shot, Aks joined in, positioning himself in front for a brightly smiling selfie.
Both photos were uploaded to the captain’s most handsome account, instantly drawing dozens of amazed comments.
All comments focused on Gasti and the seven men; the photo including Aks was completely ignored.
The sole comment on that photo was: “You’re blocking my view of the beauties.”
Aks, annoyed, angrily replied with ten messages.
Due to the overwhelming traffic, the clear “family” photo was deleted, leaving only the nine-person group shot.
At the academy cafeteria, Amber’s wrist device was crushed. His classmate across from him was stunned.
“Amber, what’s wrong?”
Amber’s expression darkened. Without a word, he stood, dumped his lunch, and left.
His heart pounded with rage. Seven of them—truly impressive. And they don’t even seem tired!
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Thinking he could hide it by deleting the photo quickly? He saw it, saw it clearly—Gasti smiling joyfully, surrounded tightly by that group of men.
Back in his apartment, Amber looked at his reflection in the mirror and punched it, frustrated at how slowly he was progressing.
Recalling the faces of those seven men, he punched the mirror again, muttering under his breath, “Bitch!”
Unaware of the insult, they were all gathered in the living room watching a war romance film.
Aks was nearly asleep and went upstairs for a nap.
Gasti, bored and sleepy herself, was pressed to stay and watch with them. Having never seen movies before, they were engrossed in it.
Gasti took the chance to go online using their wrist devices. She logged into her account, changed her name to “Captain’s a Bit Tired,” and uploaded a photo of the dining table with seven dishes, captioned: “Must eat it all, bitter in my heart but silent.”
Without the “Captain’s Most Handsome” family photo, one might think she was just complaining about too much food.
Amber sneered repeatedly—bitterness, or perhaps pleasure in disguise.
“Captain’s a Bit Tired” was indeed tired—having to sleep with seven men.
Gasti saw Amber’s comment: “Senior, are you back in Enisa for the holidays? Looks delicious.”
She replied: “No, at a friend’s house.”
Amber’s cold expression twisted into something sinister. Friend? What kind of friend? A sleeping friend?
A young fan asked, “Senior, can I intern at your base during the holidays?”
She quickly typed back, “No, I’m busy.”
Amber struggled to control himself, restraining from smashing his wrist device again. Was she afraid he’d find out why she refused?
Another reply popped up: “Too bad, Senior. When you return to Enisa, let me treat you to a meal.”
Amber’s eyes burned with fury. She answered: “Bring friends too, the more the merrier.”
His fingers hovered, wanting to smash the device, but he pressed send: “Senior’s friend, I want to meet them.”
A notification appeared. Amber clicked on “Captain’s Most Handsome” account and saw a new update.
The captain was watching a movie, but a pesky person kept trying to chat with her.
Amber’s inner volcano erupted. He would absolutely never invite those people to a meal.
The movie ended; Aks was still asleep. Sand sent him a message. Afterwards, the group went shopping in town.
At a men’s clothing store, Gasti sat as they tried on clothes, each strutting like models while the clerk watched, eyes wide.
Each got one suit, two casual outfits, two pairs of shoes, sunglasses, belts, and accessories—a long bill which Gasti paid. The clerk warmly invited them to return.
Outside the store, Gasti sipped a complimentary drink as the seven men smiled widely, each carrying several boxed packages.
They then visited a record player shop, where Gasti chose a second-hand wooden portable record player with excellent sound quality. She fingered the vinyl records, pulling each out one by one.
Without signal at the base, the record player allowed them to listen to music.
They returned laden with their haul. Aks, jealous to the point of sourness, said, “Captain, I want one too.”
Gasti handed him a colorful lollipop. “Here, have some candy.”
Low laughter followed, only fueling Aks’s annoyance. He jabbed at boxes, shouting, “Captain, you bought suits but forgot me! I want leather boots and sunglasses too!”
Gasti was headache-stricken by his noise and gave him a large bill. “Go, go, stop shouting.”
“I’ll be back soon, wait for me!”
Aks ran out excitedly, his car quickly starting and speeding off.
The seven exchanged glances, unimpressed—how was this any different from a child tantruming for candy?
While waiting for Aks, Gasti satisfied her curiosity by playing the vinyl records for them.
The turntable spun, the needle traced the grooves, and clear music flowed out.
The band was one of Gasti’s favorites. After demonstrating the operation once, she went to the sofa to watch racing, letting them pick records and find songs they liked.
On “Captain’s Most Handsome” account, she posted another photo: the record player with a vinyl propped up, captioned “Captain’s Favorite Band.”
Amber ordered a record player and had all the band’s works delivered to his apartment.
“Captain’s Most Handsome” was meant to capture beautiful moments but had become Amber’s way to spy on Gasti’s tastes.
He stood in his minimalist room, the band’s lead singer’s voice enveloping his ears. Amber spread his arms as if to embrace Gasti.
He was the one with a secret crush, the one who fantasized. His jealous comments were never sent.
On the way back, they ran for half the distance, rode for the rest. The car headlights lit the path for the eight.
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Suddenly, three vehicles ambushed them, blocking the road and forcing them to stop. Gasti slammed on the brakes, stepped out, and the eight surrounded her protectively.
From behind, a heavy vehicle blocked the rear exit. Its bright headlights revealed nearly fifty gang members armed with guns and long knives.
Their leader was a man with a center-parted hairstyle, dressed in a burgundy suit. Two silver pistols hung at his waist. He flicked away a cigarette, crushed the butt under his pointed leather boots, and sized up Gasti.
“So it’s you—the one who killed our men?”
Except for Aks, the others showed little reaction.
Gasti asked, “Who are you? Are you listed on the bounty network?”
The gang laughed. One loudly introduced their leader: “Listen up! Our boss is a member of the Genock family. Kill our men, and you’re declaring war on the Genock family!”
Aks shouted louder, “We are the Empire.”
Before he finished, Gasti struck him with a karate chop, knocking him out and tossing him onto the car seat.
The other seven drew their daggers. Gasti had a gun tucked behind her waist—a trophy from a previous capture.
The opponents made no move. Gasti ordered, “Kill them all. Leave no one alive.”
“Yes, Captain!”
The fight was swift and brutal. Several gunmen dropped with bullets to their foreheads. The seven charged forward, slitting throats cleanly. No one had time to react before clutching their necks and collapsing.
Gasti stared at the leader. As he drew his gun, she struck his right hand, then almost simultaneously his left.
He looked at her in disbelief, yelling, “Kill that woman!”
Gasti fired a bullet into his open mouth, blowing a hole in the back of his head.
Fear and terror gripped the rest—they had assumed that sheer numbers guaranteed an easy victory.
Gasti’s order was absolute: no survivors. Anyone trying to flee by car was shot through the windows.
Those who jumped into the drainage ditches were met with flying knives, piercing their bodies or skulls.
One last survivor knelt trembling, clutching a knife. The seven closed in.
He shouted, “The Genock family will never let you go!”
His final words were cut short as Sand’s dagger ended his life.
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