"The loyalty of the Guard Corps is beyond question; I will not defy orders just for my reputation."
The Captain hurriedly pressed down on the commander's hand, which was on the gun holster: "Commander, have you wondered why the local police aren't shooting, and instead have you do this dirty work? By all means, use all force when necessary, but what's 'necessary'? What's 'all force'? These women haven't stormed the police station, nor seized weapons; they've merely smashed a few bakeries. Does that warrant gunfire?"
Even if persuasion fails, you can emulate the police and disperse the crowd using blunt weapons!
"Give me a chance, let me convince these women to leave!"
Molotov hesitated for a moment, then took out his gilded pocket watch to check the time.
"You have ten minutes."
The Captain wasted no time and dashed out; having practiced the exclusive breathing technique of the Guard Corps, he moved with the agility of a lynx.
