"For your own selfish interests, you drove an excellent instructor to flee to another country, yet out of a desire to flex your muscles, you sent an elite squad to assassinate him."
"Every day you live in luxury in your office, either striking or yelling at your subordinates."
"Given your extravagant desires and unpredictable cruelty, do you think you still qualify as a soldier?"
This string of accusations left Dmitry pale, "You... you're trying to rebel, aren't you?"
Nikita shook his head, "You're wrong, Dmitry, I'm simply trying to save E country!"
"You're not a fool, so you naturally understand what I mean by that. Otherwise, you wouldn't be in such a hurry to escape!"
A look of despair appeared in Dmitry's eyes as he dryly said, "Xue... Xue An?"
Nikita nodded, "You're smart! So I won't make it hard for you, just end it yourself!"
Dmitry's expression suddenly turned exceedingly ugly.