The subordinates would follow him completely because they all became the rejects of New America together. If he had dared to turn the gun on New America beforehand, his men would have tied him up and traded him for military equipment.
But....
Who hasn't daydreamed?
Even knowing it's unrealistic, he couldn't help but fantasize.
Just then, a sudden knock on the door interrupted Hansen's daydream.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Pulled back to reality, Hansen's joyful expression crumbled as he hit the switch on the radio. Inside, Brother Dao's spit-fire storytelling abruptly stopped.
"Come in."
The tightly closed soldier's door was pushed open, and walking in was Hansen's comrade Yuri, a burly blonde with slicked-back hair. If a player saw him, they'd likely first exclaim, "Whoa, Guile!"
Hansen looked at the person before him with a lackluster expression. To maintain camaraderie with his men, he even handed over the drink he had just poured for himself and asked,
"What's up?"
