According to the plan, the character biography will be released, and these are all important characters in the next volume, and today's biography is the deputy chief of the special unit [Valkyrie-Valkyrie] under the Military Intelligence Bureau of the United Earth Federation Army, codenamed The-Clock (clock). Antilia (Antilia is a legendary island name, if you are interested, you can look it up, note that Antilia uses this name in both "worlds"). But the gaiden that begins today is the story of Antilia in the real world.

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When a person loses something or just feels like he or she has lost something, he/she always tries to get something right away.

In the daily life of ordinary people, such examples abound, going shopping when they are lost, eating a big meal to vent, etc...

But what about on the battlefield? In a place where everything is disappearing so quickly that even fate is burned to the ground, what can the soldiers gain, what can they grasp?

Comrade in arms? Honor? Pleasure? Wish?... Country?...... Ethnic group?

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The morning sun stubbornly penetrated through the gap between the two thick curtains, shone into the room, which was not too big, but not small, and swiped across the huge electric guitar hanging on the wall, and across the photographs that recorded the memories of the owner of the room, and finally fell on the face of the man who was still asleep on the bed.

The eyelashes trembled, and the few strands of hair scattered on the face that were mixed with Eastern and Western blood moved, and the owner of the room who was exposed to the sun twisted his face and buried it directly in the pillow, avoiding the call of the sun, trying to sleep for a while.

But as the number of the alarm clock on the bedside table jumped, the fierce rock melody completely shattered the room's owner's attempt to sleep again with an earth-shattering posture.

The man on the bed moved, and then a slender arm lifted and flicked to the right, sweeping towards the alarm clock that was preventing her from sleeping.

Boom, the head of the pistol in his hand suddenly swept to the ground, but the electronic alarm clock with the battery showed its excellent quality at this time, and even if it fell to the ground, it still rang non-stop.

“。。。。。。。。。” The man with his eyes still closed seemed to mumble something, but in the roar of rock music, the muttering was also drowned out.

Helplessly, the arm that was still hanging in the air shook again, driving the whole body to turn over, and the person who was sleeping on his stomach turned over, and at the same time lifted the thin futon that covered his body that could almost be called a bath towel, exposing the body covered by the bedding.

The rock music that was the alarm clock was still ringing, and the woman lying on the bed sat up like a cheetah, and with a click, loaded the gun in her hand, aiming at the alarm clock that was still faithfully carrying out her mission but did not know that her loyalty and obedience to orders were bringing disaster to her.

The fingers that pulled the trigger were trembling slightly, and their eyes were already thick, as if they were about to shoot and shatter the faithful alarm clock.

But the owner of the finger finally sighed, and his arm hung down.

"Dismiss the alarm."

Shouting at the alarm clock, the roaring rock music came to an abrupt end, and the woman sitting on the bed let go of her hand a little dejectedly, and the black pistol fell to the ground.

"Obey the order and complete your mission, but in the end you still brought disaster to yourself, you are very similar to me, but it's a pity that I let you go。。。。。。"

Looking at the alarm clock lying quietly on the ground with a mixture of pity and sorrow, the woman uttered the above words in an almost sad tone, then got up and got out of bed, walked to the window, and pulled the curtain violently.

The sunlight that had been out of her way filled the room, causing the woman to squint her eyes again, and after a while, the tall woman, whose head was almost up to the edge of the window, stretched out her waist to the sunlight, and showed her body to the sunlight without hesitation, and the abandoned industrial area that was still empty below.

She had night-like hair, and equally black eyes, which were inherited from her Chinese mother; But the lines of her face are full of Western feelings, which come from her father; The tan complexion is due to years of military life, as well as the hidden power under the skin and lines.

With her hands tucking her hair together, the woman turned and walked to the bathroom, where two snake-like creatures were tattooed on their arms, which you would recognize if you were familiar with the Amazon jungle--- the Amazonian snake, the world's largest snake, and a ferocious predator. It was the place where this woman had been trained and had carried out many tasks, and in those cruel years, she had quietly walked through the jungle like the worms, playing the role of predator or prey, and although she had left, she had the memory of the jungle in her mind and tattooed it on her arm.

Walking into the bathroom, the woman twisted the showerhead, and the water quickly wet her hair, running down her neck, flowing over her twin peaks, and on one side of the nipples, there was another tattoo, which was a pair of stretched wings, representing the care of Valkyrie.

In the midst of a battle where there was no tomorrow and could die at any moment, in the days of birth and death, almost all the soldiers tried desperately to find spiritual sustenance, some wrote letters that could never be sent, and some fanatically believed in Christ, hoping to alleviate their sins.

But she laughed at that prayer, and instead of tattooing the cross of atonement on herself, she tattooed the wings of the Valkyries, hoping that the wings of those who soared over the battlefield and carried away the glorious war dead would take them to the majestic Valhalla Hall, or to the temple of the goddess Freya's Thersrinir, when they were killed in violence.

We are soldiers, and in order for others to die in peace, we must have the consciousness of dying of violence, and she said to herself, "May Valkyrie take my soul, that is my supreme glory!"

She fought bravely and unmatched with the Valkyrie for a long time until she withdrew from the front line due to serious injuries, but after she recovered quickly, she was transferred to a specialized city SWAT team because of her rich combat experience.

She is still brave, still persistent and enthusiastic, and still obeys every order, fighting for the safety of the powerless citizens, until there is a mission...

Syllable!!! The woman pressed her hands against the wall and let the water wash down her back. After a while, the woman grabbed a box of cigarettes from the soap rack next to her, and lit one with her teeth. With the cold water in her back and the scorching smoke pouring into her chest, the female special forces thought of when she stood in the courtroom to accept the verdict.

She and her team were on a mission to protect VIPs when they discovered an ambush for terrorists intent on attacking, and she could use force to clear them out, but they were surrounded by civilians, unarmed civilians.

She hesitated and consulted her superiors, who in turn consulted her superiors, the ones she was protecting.

The order was quickly down--- annihilating the attackers at once.

So she and her teammates moved on and attacked the terrorists, who had already planted traps around them that they couldn't get rid of at the time.

The high explosives took the lives of five of her teammates and seriously injured her, along with 11 civilians, three families.

After recovering in the hospital, she was depressed for a long time, and when she finally got out of the hospital, the explosion damaged her lungs and she had to retire.

And just before she was retired, she was summoned by a court-martial.

11 citizens died, naturally someone has to pay, this can't be borne by the dead, and naturally can't be held responsible by the high-ranking official who was scared when he heard that someone was going to attack him and then directly gave the order to attack, so someone must be responsible...

She stood in the courtroom, her expression as cold as the wind and snow of the Arctic, but her heart was tumbling with painful magma.

Final sentence, death penalty.

She was supposed to be executed, but she was replaced by another condemned prisoner, and in the army, her old boss rescued her and helped her escape to another country.

There, she lived incognito, lived in an abandoned factory, worked everywhere, and sang in bars about what should have been a passionate but now angry guitar.

Alarm clock-like, obeying orders, and a loyal life slowly fades here, just like most alarm clocks wake people up, but in exchange for a wave of cursing and even flying treatment。。。。。。