Lying on the beach by the sea, with a sun umbrella next to it, the sea water overflows the silver sand and splashes with waves, the sea breeze caresses the scarred skin, the sun is just right, the breeze is not dry, and the lazy feeling makes me enjoy it.

It has been a full month since he arrived in Basilan, and it took only two days for Father Peter to organize hundreds of people to join the Self-Defense Forces, and 70 percent of the people in the Philippines are Catholics, and organizing 180 people in the name of God is just a matter of words.

For a month I worked as an instructor, training these young and strong lads every day, and since Malusso was now under the control of government forces, I had to drag them outside to a desert island for devil training.

The gangsters didn't come back after I killed them once, perhaps because they had learned a lesson, or maybe they were brewing a bigger revenge, but they didn't appear again for a month.

In order to prevent the church from being attacked again, Thea stayed in the church with Father Peter, and the training fell to me alone.

It is impossible to train an ordinary person to be a special soldier like me in a month, it is said that it is devil training, but in fact, it is mainly to train marksmanship and fighting, and physical fitness is carried out with it.

Their mission is to protect the church, unlike us who always walk in the desert, snowfield, jungle, as long as they learn combat skills, to put it bluntly, they can kill.

Helping to form the Self-Defense Force is the purpose of my and Thea's visit, but I didn't expect so many things to happen in the middle, and with the protection of these people in the future, even if the rebels fight back, the church will have the ability to protect itself, as for those gangsters who traffick in human beings, if they dare to come again, they will kill themselves.

I'm more worried that when I hand over this SDF to Father Peter, will he take these people to Thailand and India to continue to rescue those poor children, and I think he will do that, I just hope that the SDF will not be destroyed too soon.

During this time, I took them to the desert island, day and night, endless practice, I taught them the most practical skills I could think of, without reservation, the purpose is very simple, just to give them one more chance to survive in the future battle.

I am confident that I am a more competent instructor, and in the past month, their marksmanship has made a qualitative leap, from the initial off-target, to the later eight rings, nine rings, and even a few talented people can use AK to hit ten rings, and have the potential to be snipers.

Today was the last day of training, and I brought them back to Basilan Island, and I, as an instructor, had completed my mission and had a rare day of rest.

During this time, except for the monkey in the United States who called me, no one else contacted me, and the guy is now having a hot time with Yudith, a little bit of fun, staying in the United States for almost two months, I heard that he also bought a villa outside Washington, D.C., and the two of them lived a small life.

In fact, what I am most worried about in my heart is the captain, who has been in Afghanistan for so long and has no news, and I don't know what the situation is, but if you think about it carefully, no news is good news, and I am also afraid of a sudden phone call to tell me who has died in Afghanistan.

This month can be said to be the easiest period since I joined Caesar, although I still hold the cold weapon every day, but I don't kill, and I don't aim at my muzzle at any time, this is a good thing, but after a long time, I feel empty in my heart, and sometimes I am very irritable, as if the strength of my body has nowhere to vent, I know that it is desire, the desire to kill, the wildness buried in my body makes me unable to adapt to calm.

I used to be a special forces soldier in China, and there were countless battles large and small, but it was only a battle at best, not a war, and I didn't have this feeling at that time, even if I retired, I could return to the city safely, and continue to live a peaceful life as a flat-headed citizen.

But after joining the mercenary army, I really entered the war, crawled out of the sea of corpses and blood again and again, and slaughtered again and again, gradually annihilating humanity and distorting my psychology, making me change from a flesh-and-blood special soldier to a ruthless killing machine.

When we stop one day, we find that we can never go back, neither the mind nor the body can return to peace, we cannot suppress the animal nature in our bodies, and the terrible after-effects of war make us unwilling to leave the battlefield even if we drag our bodies.

Reaching for the bottle next to me and taking a big sip, this is a bottle of vodka that I managed to get, this small town has just experienced war, and it is not easy to get a good bottle of wine.

After the training, it meant that it was time for me and the goddess to leave, and I wondered if I should go directly to Rome to see how the old man Odin was recovering, mainly to see if he could still be a witness for us.

I haven't told the goddess about this decision for the time being, and if she knew that she was going to see Odin, she would definitely not object.

The afternoon sun was very warm, I leaned on the chaise longue with the wine bottle in my arms, and I wanted to sleep for a while, and then discuss the next step with the goddess in the evening, but the phone that had not moved for a month suddenly rang, and I was so frightened that I sat up from the chaise longue suddenly.

"Hey, why haven't you moved for so long, are you doing well in the Philippines?" The voice of the devil came from that side.

"Teaching a group of idiots to learn to shoot guns every day, it's boring, why did you remember to call me, is there a task?" I have to admit that I'm kind of looking forward to the fight.

"It looks like you're really suffocated, the mission doesn't need you for the time being, but there is something you must be interested in." The devil has sold out.

"What's the matter? If there's a fart, let it go! I said impatiently.

"The computer you asked me to bring back last time, the doctor has recovered the hard drive, and guess what?" Listening to the tone of the devil, you know that the gain is not small.

"Is it the nest of Organization X?" I guess it's not inconsequential that can excite the devil.

"It's not just the lair, it records more than a dozen secret strongholds of the X Organization in Asia and Europe, as well as a list of the heads in various places." The devil said excitedly.

"In this way, there must be important people in the group of terrorists we killed in Thailand, otherwise such top-secret information would not have been there." I laughed.

"It can't be Cabal, right?" The devil guesses.

"No way, if Cabal was there, there wouldn't be just a few people there, that guy is very sorry." The more I came into contact with him, the more I found that this Kabal was much more difficult to deal with than Salman, and it was not easy to kill him.

"That's right, by the way, Pandora asked you and the goddess to return to the team immediately, and we will use this information to launch a clean-up operation and completely destroy Organization X." The devil conveyed Pandora's command to me, and it sounded exciting.