The narrow, seemingly rounded nib of the fountain pen becomes extremely sharp under the effect of force and speed.

The attacker, who thought he had come behind Jason quietly, had already been inserted into the eye by the tip of the pen before he could react-

Crimson Bloom.

"Ahh

The attacker let out a cry of pain and paused for an irrepressible pause as the dagger was about to stab at Jason's vest.

Jason, who was sitting there, reached back with his right hand and grabbed the wrist of the other party who stabbed the dagger from top to bottom.

The other party subconsciously struggled, and he had to withdraw his wrist.

However, Jason's palms did not move at all, and his fingers were like vices, pinched into the opponent's 'wrist'.

Crunchy.

The wrist bone groaned.

The pain spurred the assailant again, and his only remaining eye, staring fiercely at Jason, raised his foot and kicked him in the back.

When the toe is less than 10 centimeters away from Jason's back.

Boom!

A cold light protruded from the tip of the man's shoe.

A 3-centimeter-long, paper-thin dagger appeared there, and it still smelled fishy.

Poison!

Looking at the dagger that was about to touch Jason, there was a flash of pleasure in the fierceness in the attacker's eyes.

This blow he recognized as a surprise!

He has practiced countless times and taken out many opponents.

He believes that when facing Jason's opponent, it will be the same!

He seemed to have seen Jason fall to the ground, wailing and dying.

It's smeared with green snake venom!

See blood seal your throat!

It only takes a little bit to kill three adults!

The distance was getting closer and closer, but the fierceness and pleasure in the eyes of the attacker froze at this moment.

Jason, who was seated, stood up.

Then, grab the opponent's wrist with your right hand and flick it!

Bang!

In the clouds, the man was slammed into the small desk in front of Jason, and with a click, the desk was reduced to pieces, and then it hit the roof of the car.

With a dull sound, the sturdy roof of the car was dented, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of the man's mouthful.

But before he could react, he took to the air again.

Jason turned and threw the attacker into the air, grabbing the opponent's wrist with his right hand, which also let go at this point.

But that doesn't mean Jason lets the other party go.

It's just that he changed the place where he caught: the ankle!

As the assailant continued to rise, his broad palm grabbed the opponent's ankle, and without any hesitation, Jason riveted his strength and slammed it down.

Bang!

With a muffled sound that was no less than just now, the attacker sank deep into the dirt.

This time, the other party vomited blood again and convulsed all over his body.

Apparently he couldn't live.

Jason, who was standing on the roof of the car, could be sure of that.

But it doesn't end there!

A slight, dripping noise appeared under the cold storage car, and the next moment-

Rumble!

In the huge explosion, the multi-ton cold storage truck turned into a fireball and flew directly into the sky.

A hidden figure witnessed this.

"Reckless."

"Fight, but you have to rely on your brain."

The figure pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said with disdain.

Then, he turned around and prepared to leave.

The task has been accomplished.

He's going to claim his reward.

But the moment he turned around, cold sweat overflowed all over his body.

A tall, muscular figure appeared behind him at some point, his face covered in an ice hockey mask, and his cold eyes staring at him.

"Wait a minute......"

Burst!

There is no nonsense with the other party, Jason raises his hand and is a knife.

As the skull flies, a hissing sound is heard in the canopy overhead.

Three vipers, both dark green, burst out of the dense foliage and headed straight for Jason.

Jason looked up at the three vipers.

Suddenly, the three poisonous snakes froze in mid-air with their bodies.

A sense of oppression at the top of the food chain made them not dare to move, allowing their bodies to fall to the ground.

The snake controller not far away watched this scene with blank eyes.

No way!

That was his first thought.

Escape!

It was his second thought.

He had never met anyone like Jason.

He actually made his poisonous snake lose control with his eyes.

You must know that these poisonous snakes have been carefully cultivated by him with various resources and secret techniques, not only can they be immune to ordinary methods of dealing with snakes, but also ignore secret techniques such as 'expulsion' on the mysterious side.

It's his big killer!

And now it's useless to go!

His strongest means are useless, and naturally it is impossible to stay.

As for the three carefully cultivated vipers?

Although he is distressed, where his life is important!

The snake controller turned and ran.

It's blazing fast!

But Jason's knives are faster!

Burst!

The broad-bladed short-handled machete that flew out of his hand stabbed directly into the front chest of the snake controller.

Huge strength, with the other party's body, was directly nailed to a thick tree trunk.

Jason walked over and drew his knife, his gaze scanning around.

After confirming that there were no more attackers, he began to check them one by one with [Evil Protection] before returning to his previous location.

The refrigerated storage car has long since become a wreck.

Even his liaison, spice jar, and freshly finished book were all wiped out in the explosion.

This is a great loss!

Especially the latter, that's his brainchild!

You have to be compensated.

Standing there, Jason waited quietly.

He knew what was going on here, and he couldn't hide it from anyone who had a heart.

In fact, about three minutes later, he heard the sound of a propeller.

Cortana stepped down from the helicopter and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as she looked at Jason standing there unharmed.

"Master Chief, it's great that you're okay."

Cortana said heartily.

Either personally, or from the Ground Reconnaissance Bureau's point of view, Cortana didn't want anything to happen to Jason.

To this end, she made layers of preparations.

But the unexpected still happened.

Jason didn't speak, just pointed to the corpses on the ground and in the distance, believing Cortana understood what he meant.

Jason believes that after he has shown enough value, the 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau' will take him very seriously.

Naturally, there will be corresponding protective measures.

The appearance of these completely human attackers is quite interesting.

Cortana didn't say anything more and immediately began to check.

'Twin Dagger Killer'.

'Bombardment'.

'Snake Controller'.

Cortana quickly confirmed the identities of the three men, and the liaison's face became extremely ugly.

All three of them are killers!

Killer for money!

They should not have and could not have been here!

As Jason had guessed, after Jason showed the ability to identify 'lurkers', after leaving yesterday, Cortana consulted Lieutenant General For. Renault then issued an 'official letter' in the name of the 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau' to all the forces in the open and in the shadows.

In particular, some special organizations have been taken care of by her.

But now there is an accident, what does this mean?

Someone has flouted the orders of the 'Ground Reconnaissance Bureau'.

And such a person simply cannot exist on the ground.

Unless they take refuge in the Sabis!

"Rape!"

Cortana said through gritted teeth.

"Master Chief, don't worry."

"I'm going to find this bastard!"

"And then ......"

"Kill him with your own hands!"

Cortana said resentfully.

For Cortana, a military man, there are two things that are most unbearable.

First, the sacrifice of comrades-in-arms.

Second, the betrayer.

Now someone threatens her comrades, and the threat is still a traitor.

Cortana was ready to deal with each other in the most ruthless way.

For example: Shoot!

Jason shook his head.

"It doesn't have to be a traitor."

Jason said.

"The fighters who returned to the 'ground' are all under close surveillance, and it is impossible to do such a thing as a bounty bonus!"

Cortana said truthfully.

"What about the earlier ones?"

Jason shook his head again, he turned his head, looked at the liaison officer in front of him, and asked in a calm voice.

"Earlier?!"

Suddenly, Cortana's face changed again.

Moreover, compared to the previous ones, this time the face is even more ugly.

The 'lurkers' of the Sabi are not only the warriors who returned to the 'surface' before, but also ...... Other!

Or even earlier, the Sabi sent out 'Lurkers'!

It's just that they don't know it!

And now because of Jason's importance, it has been exposed.

What does this mean?

It shows that among those fighters who returned to the ground, there were a considerable number of 'lurkers'!

The ones that were exposed before are just the tip of the iceberg!

Otherwise, these Sabians wouldn't have taken the risk!

Cortana, who came to this conclusion, did not hesitate, and directly turned on the microcomputer on her wrist and began to contact Rael. Lieutenant General Funuo.

Jason remained silent without saying a word.

He believed in the professionalism of Cortana and that general.

Even without his accurate judgment, it should be possible to lock down the approximate range.

And after that?

Naturally, it was he who recognized it himself.

Hopefully, the merit will be able to redeem a 'Spartan' potion.

Although the last potion has not yet been obtained, the faint smell on Cortana's body has already informed Jason that the taste of the 'Spartan' potion should be quite good.

After about five minutes, Cortana ended her conversation with the general.

"Master Chief, General thank you for your contribution to the ground."

"This feat will be doubled."

Cortana said truthfully.

The double merit gave Jason a good impression of the general he had never met.

At least, it's a man with clear rewards and punishments.

The other person knows how to deal with a person who shows value.

That's enough for Jason at this stage.

After a pause, Cortana continued.

"And, of course, these compensations."

Cortana said as she looked at the wreckage of the cold storage truck.

This is not a preferential treatment, but a compensation that should be responsible.

"The cold storage car was given to me by Vince and there was nothing of value in it, except for ......"

When Jason said this, he deliberately stopped, his eyes showing helplessness and sadness.

Cortana noticed the look.

"Except for what?"

Cortana asked.

"Except for the manuscript I just finished."

"I promised the editor that the book would be sent out at the end of the month."

"This time, it looks like I'm going to miss my appointment again."

Jason shook his head rather lonely, and then let out a deep sigh: "After that, I may have to face the repeated assassinations of the Sabi people, under such a premise, it is impossible to continue writing the book." ”

"But I really wanted to write it."

"After all, it's been my last decade."

Hearing Jason's sigh, Cortana couldn't help but empathize.

She could clearly feel the helplessness in Jason's heart.

Give up your favorite writing work for the sake of the ground...... How painful is the Master Chief at this moment?

Cortana thought and couldn't help but speak.

"Master Chief, you can repeat it, and I'll help you sort it out."

"Retelling?"

"I can't remember the content of the manuscript."

Jason said indifferently as he picked up 'Freedom Strike'.

"I used some kind of ritual to make it, and the price of performing this ritual was that I temporarily lost a memory of what I loved the most—the time would vary depending on how it was used."

"As it stands, I guess I'm going to lose this memory completely."

Jason sighed again.

"Is it?"

Cortana asked.

"It's a special prop I made to better identify 'lurkers', and it's too slow and inefficient to identify 'lurkers' by conventional means."

"So, I made it."

Jason explained.

Cortana, who has already come into contact with the 'mysterious side', has not the slightest doubt.

She knows that there is a price to be paid for making some special props.

And the production of props such as being able to spot the 'lurker' is bound to be even more expensive.

Lost memories of what you love?

Cortana looked at Jason, whose face was covered by a mask, but his eyes were full of pain, and almost subconsciously said, "Master Chief, I'll help you finish this book!" ”

"I've never written a book, but I'm sensitive to words."

"If I work hard, I should be able to reach half your level."

It worked!

My mind transfer writing method was successful!

Jason breathed a sigh of relief.

If he could, he would never want to use the 'forbidden technique' of 'mind transfer writing', but he really didn't have any talent for words.

Sure enough, my swordsmanship talent is too strong to affect anything else?

Jason's apologies for Cortana came to his heart, and he kept the look in his eyes.

"Is that okay?"

"Will it affect your normal life?"

He asked, feigning hesitation.

"Of course not!"

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Cortana said solemnly.

She was determined to write the book well.

The hard work of the Master Chief must not be wasted!

"I think I wrote an outline...... It should be on my desk in my apartment, and although I can't remember the contents, you can expand on it. ”

Jason said.

"Okay, I'll find it in a moment, and then, read it carefully."

With that, Cortana turned and walked towards the helicopter.

Instead of leaving, he took out a suitcase made of metal and turned around and walked towards Jason again.

"Master Chief, this is the 'Spartan' potion!"

"I suggest you get it right away."

"It will have a significant effect on your strength."

Cortana said as she opened the box.

Inside the box is a syringe the thickness of an index finger and only 5 centimeters long.

The pale blue liquid flowing inside is smelling of 'food'.

Jason raised his hand to pick up the 'food', and Cortana on the side was about to explain the 'Spartan' potion to Jason, but at this moment, a figure quietly appeared on the hillside in the distance.

The figure carried a 'box' in the shape of a square strip on its shoulder.

The corners are smoothed out and the exterior is painted in black, while on the front and rear sides, there are four swarthy openings.

When the sun shone on the entrance of the cave, an inexplicable sense of hideousness permeated.

Especially when the figure pulls the trigger.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The four rockets erupted in no particular order, spewing a dazzling tail flame and heading straight for Jason.