In the middle of nowhere, in a remote corner of New Mexico, where no one would have thought of a desolate cemetery, there was no place marked on the map. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe time marked on the latest tombstones here is decades old, and even some of them have been blurred due to long-term weathering. This cemetery is some years old, and it should have been built in the early days of the United States, when it was expanding to the west.

There may be many such nameless cemeteries, after all, the history of the American West is bloody, with the blood of the Indigenous people and the pioneers. Most of these cemeteries are deserted. But a small chapel and a cottage added to its populace, and the old tomb was not covered with weeds, and it seemed that there was still a dedicated grave keeper who was maintaining it.

It's midday, and a convoy of five SUVs is heading down a gravel path toward the cemetery. These vehicles are uniformly unhung with license plates, so it can be said that anything that can identify the identity has been removed. And if someone can see through the black cellophane, they will find that the personnel in the car are all wearing black tactical masks, wearing urban combat uniforms, and holding automatic rifles with grenades hanging underneath, in a more old-fashioned description, they are armed to the teeth, and from their breath, they are by no means rookies who go to the battlefield for the first time, but experienced elite soldiers.

"Haven't your mana recovered yet?" asked Melinda, who was in the back seat of the third car, to Evenson, who was sitting next to him. The situation was a bit unexpected, and at first, she thought that Evenson would drive the sports car and take her to the place to finish her errands, rather than pull out a special squad that could raid a freighter that had been captured by terrorists. So she speculated that Evenson's mana hadn't recovered yet, and she brought some people to help him.

"It's been restored. Evenson took his mask in his hand and flipped it over, "Seriously, has this thing been washed?"

"Don't worry, it'll be replaced with a new one every mission. Melinda said, rolling her eyes.

Evenson pouted, "What a waste, taxpayers' money won't all be spent like this, right?"

Melinda didn't answer Evenson's words, but asked seriously, "Then did you make such a way because that person is difficult to deal with, or do you just want to enjoy the feeling of giving orders?"

"It's just hiding your identity. "Evenson, put the mask on his lap, "I don't want people to know for a while, I just did it." "Whether it's his spells, or his car, it's too eye-catching.

"But," Evenson picked up the walkie-talkie, "the whole team is ready, the operation code, it's noon." All the officers took off their armbands, and I wanted this operation to be a complete black operation. ”

"Understood, sir. The other members answered in turn on the intercom.

Evenson smiled and said to Melinda, "It's a good feeling to give orders. ”

Twenty minutes later, the convoy came to the perimeter of the cemetery. A soldier looked at it with a thermal imaging telescope and said, "Sir, make sure the target is alone in the house, did you break in?"

"Nope. After listening to the soldier's questioning, Evenson did not agree to the request for a break-in, "Tear down the house, and allow you to use lethal fire if the target resists." ”

"Understood. The soldier replied.

"Evenson, I guess it's better not to kill people. Melinda reminded from the side. When she found this person, she also investigated him, but this person had no bad deeds except for his hidden whereabouts and seclusion.

"Don't worry, he won't die. Evenson smiled and said firmly. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he commanded, "If you don't want to die, expose him to the sun." ”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the intercom, and it was clear that the soldiers did not understand the meaning of the order, but they replied anyway, "Yes, sir." ”

"That's why you chose this time to come?" Melinda now understood why Evenson had gotten the news yesterday evening, but had waited until today.

"That's right. Evenson picked up the walkie-talkie again, "Now the action begins." ”

At his command, the other four cars immediately rushed into the cemetery and surrounded the small house. Then, almost at the same time, a soldier got out of the car, took a white square bomb and quickly ran around the house, pasted the bomb against the wall, three, two, one, and detonated. There was a puff of smoke and dust, and the hut, which was still a sturdy brick structure, collapsed with a bang.

"Quick, quick, quick, search for a target!"

The other soldiers also got out of the car, and a total of twelve soldiers searched the rubble.

"Here!" the house was not big, and soon a soldier found the man. The lower half of his body was still buried, lying on the ground and not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

One soldier cautiously walked over to see if the target was still angry, while the others stood on guard.

As the soldier walked in, the man who was lying on the ground and looked like he was dead suddenly rolled over, and his right hand, which was pressed under him, was holding a Winchester shotgun, which he aimed at the soldier.

As soon as the soldier said something, damn it, he was hit. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and made a dodge move at the last moment, and the shot that should have hit him in the head hit the shoulder protected by body armor, but the power of the twelve-gauge shotgun not only made him red, but also made him roll over three hundred and six and fly out.

"Fire. At the same time, the other soldiers used their automatic rifles in their hands to tilt their ammunition at the man, and the lethal fire was already allowed anyway. Eleven automatic rifles almost smashed the man into a sieve.

"Report the soldiers. Upon hearing the gunshots, Evenson immediately inquired about the scene.

"A soldier was wounded, sir. After firing half a shuttle bullet, the captain replied.

"Target situation. Evenson breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn't bad.

"Dead. The captain replied.

"Huh, dead?" said Evenson's tone full of doubt.

"He's been shot at least one hundred and fifty, sir. The captain explained. Can this not be killed? You can try to shoot a hundred shots.

"Then his, uh, body should be intact, right?" asked Evenson.

“... Yes, yes, sir. The captain froze, and he turned his head to look at his bloodied target. After being shot a hundred times at close range by an automatic rifle, a normal person's body is estimated to be minced meat, but this one is just a hundred more holes on the body, which is definitely not normal.

"Stay on guard, I'll go over. Evenson put his mask on and said to Melinda, "It's our turn." ”