Inside that tense room, Bazain looked at Zelensky before him, feeling helpless and tangled in a web of confusion. If not for the current dire situation, he truly would not want Zelensky to rebuild the Assassination Battalion now. The Assassination Battalion was like a double-edged sword; used well, it could kill the enemy, but once it went out of control, it would turn around and inflict self-harm. Furrowing his brow, Bazain said to Zelensky, who wore a sickly smile, "wipe that smile off your face." His voice was low and majestic, carrying an unquestionable tone of command.
Hearing this, Zelensky was momentarily startled, as if yanked out of some trance-like state by Bazain's reprimand. Immediately after, he let out another strange laugh, one that sounded particularly grating in the quiet room, echoing with an unsettling aura. Only then did he slowly rein in his smile, striving to put on what he considered a serious expression—though in Bazain's eyes, it still looked somewhat comical and carried an indescribable eeriness.
Seeing him finally drop the smile, Bazain continued, "First of all, I can agree to this, but you must keep them under strict control. Here in French territory, they are not allowed to engage in any illicit schemes. These men are dangerous elements, ticking time bombs ready to detonate at any moment. If they go out and commit outrages in French territory, I will hold you solely responsible. Furthermore, I will show zero tolerance for wrongdoers; they must b…
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