To kill a thousand enemies, you must sacrifice eight hundred of your own.
No, it's more like a stench that tarnishes eight hundred of your own.
Now the entire Russian army is suffering from a terrible stench, and half of Tbilisi is shrouded by the thick smell. If the wind shifts unfavorably, the whole city could be covered under this stench.
A quantity that the world might not exhaust in ten years was dumped in Tbilisi in a single day. It's unlikely this place will recover for a decade.
"The effect is astonishing, but the cost is tragic."
Number Five spoke these words with helplessness, because he, along with everyone else, was enduring the ordeal of the stench.
What could Gao Guang say to that? He could only respond with silence.
"We have completed the interrogation of Falk, and now he must be dealt with swiftly. Falk's capture must be handled in secrecy, so we're handing him over to you to be sent to Minsk."
"Alright, send him to Minsk."
