In a motel, a man at a desk is using a military computer to receive an email that is very important to him, as the lights are visible through the tightly concealed curtains.

The email he sent was a map and a sign that even though he left the Fire Hyena organization alone, the contacts he had accumulated over the years still helped him a lot, the map showed the boarding records of the port of López, Ecuador, showing that his target took a ferry to Isabela Island, which is a vacation destination, everyone likes the climate and the sea there, but unfortunately Thomas is not seen on Isabela Island.

This is very strange, on a small island in the Pacific Ocean is surrounded by the ocean, he can't fly into the sky or fall into the sea, they must still be on the island, he can feel his presence, he replied to an email, telling the other party to pay more attention to their whereabouts, suggesting that it is best to go to the ship charter company to check the recent transaction records.

He leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head, he was thinking about his battle plan, he couldn't blindly approach Thomas, first of all, he was a veteran with actual combat experience, second, he still had his own unknown secret, this secret was always unknown to him, to understand why some strange things always happened around him, before he figured it out, this was more dangerous than the first one, third, the need to win with one blow can not give the other party any respite.

He decided to wait, he still had a lot of work to do, he got up and prepared to go to the nearest library, to find some theological material to study carefully, he guessed that Thomas was blessed by ghosts, he had not believed in any ghosts before, and now he was starting to waver.

He walked down the street towards the library, he walked with his head down, someone suddenly hit him on the shoulder very hard, this was obviously a provocative act, he looked back at the person, and the other party was a sloppy young man who was shorter than him, his long shawl hair was long and he didn't have time to wash it, his hair was shiny with strands of oil, his dark blue eyes were a little dull, his chin and sideburns were full of stubble, he still had a cigarette roll rolled by himself in his mouth, his teeth were messy and black, and he was wearing a black leather coat, With a clockwise 666 tattoo on his neck and a cheap silver ring on his hand, he looked at Heathman with a defiant gaze.

"Hey, bastard, watch the way."

Heathman didn't want to waste time with such a scoundrel, nor did he want to provoke such a person to provoke himself and make himself feel ashamed, he didn't say anything to suppress his unhappiness, looked at the other party and turned away.

As a result, the young scoundrel was still shouting defiantly behind his back: "Come on, man, don't run away like a fucking coward, you can't run, you can't fool yourself, I'll beat you to your knees and beg for mercy in three seconds......"

The rogue shouted to attract other passers-by to stop and watch, Heathman lowered his head and quickened his pace, if in the past he would not hesitate to twist the man's head off, today he just looked back at the man and disappeared into the crowd, he was indeed a little angry, but the timing was not right, not to mention that such scoundrels are all over the street, and the current social atmosphere is completely different.

He went into the theological section of the library to check the books on the shelves, he took books such as "City of God", "Paradise Lost", "Confessions", etc., he wanted to confirm that the mysterious events around Thomas were unspontaneous events, he had consulted those theologians, and the answer they gave was that there was a devil at work, and he had never believed in ghosts and gods and preferred to believe in bullets.

He looked at the incredible legends in the book, the legends of Lucifer and the Word of God, he thought of his teammates being mutilated by monsters, ravaging their bodies and souls, and Heathman's infinite anger rose in his heart, he didn't know who to blame, whether it was the demons he thought Meridian had or the DOM group that had brought him into this situation, or rather, Thomas was to blame it all for. Barrico.

He lay on the table and studied until the sun went down before he closed the book, and walked out of the library door with the book in his arms, he was not in the mood to appreciate the quiet colors of the sunset at dusk, he didn't care about the fiery red and dazzling sunset on the horizon, Hesman stood at the door and paused for a while, then walked down the stairs and walked towards the restaurant he frequented, and saw the scruffy young man again around the corner of the street, Hesman cursed to himself and hurriedly lowered his head and walked in the opposite direction, he didn't want to look for trouble, there had been enough trouble lately.

But the sloppy young man in the back had been waiting for him for a long time, and he had followed Hesman with a purpose, and he still had a drink with a straw in his hand, and he was sucking the straw as he went, and there was no drink in it, just the "smack, smack" sound of the straw sucking the ice, and Hesman listened to the unpleasant sound getting louder and louder, and he quickened his pace to shake off the annoying tail, but it didn't work.

Heathman turned into an alley, and the scruffy young man also turned in, and he didn't see anyone, as if he had disappeared out of thin air, and the young man was still sucking the ice cubes inside with a straw, and there was a "smack, smack" sound.

"Hey, come out you bastard, I can smell that anger on you, don't hide in the stinking gutter like a mouse, rat? Aha, it doesn't seem accurate to say rats, what do you think of the word shrunken turtle? The young man walked deeper and let out a mocking sneer.

Hesman suddenly appeared behind him, startling the scoundrel, and before he could react, he was grabbed by the neck and pressed to the corner of the wall, he didn't say anything, two hooks smashed into the opponent's abdomen, and then two more punches in his face, the other man's nose with a crooked nose flowed sideways, however, the young man did not show the pain but let out a knowing laugh, he seemed to enjoy the pain, this feeling made him excited, and there was a mockery in his laughter, the more he behaved like this, the more Hesman was angry, Heathman stared at the scoundrel.

"Wow, I like your ferocity, man, that's great." His face and nose were bleeding and he looked at Heathman with a laugh.

Heathman didn't want to dwell on this any longer, he lowered his raised fist and shoved him against the wall, the man slumped on the ground, blood streaming from his face from his chin to his clothes, "Don't fucking follow me, do you understand?" He threw the scoundrel aside.

He raised his weak hand and said, "Dude, we will meet again, I have this hunch." From behind came the ghostly laughter of the scoundrel.

Heathman glanced back at him, picked up his backpack and walked out of the alley to his lodgings, with the ghostly laughter behind him, and simply ate something to fill his stomach in the evening, and then, lying flat on the bed while the wind was blowing outside, the shadows of the branches on the wall were shaking like the dry hands of a monster, and he cared about the so-called superstitions, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In his sleep, he faintly heard some sounds, whether it was "snort, snort" or the sound of straws sucking ice, the sound was getting louder and closer, he opened his eyes suddenly and prepared to get up, his limbs did not react at all, and there was a black shadow sitting on him, he smelled of sweat, smoke and some disgusting people, he raised his hand and scratched, hoping to grab the other party's arm to clamp the other party, he felt grabbing the other party's clothes, and the other party's hands pressed on his chest, pressing him down hard, He tensed his chest to resist the pressure, it was completely futile A piercing pain in his chest made him feel like he was being torn, and Hesman tried to resist again, his body seemed to be stuck in the quicksand of the desert, his body slowly sank into the bed, he could feel that his back was not leaning on, as if he had hollowed out the opening of a cave, and he grabbed the sheet beside the bed to stop this situation from starting to fall.

The scoundrel slammed down again, tearing off his last straw, and his descent was dark at first, and then he saw himself falling down a shaft, surrounded by a thick flame, filled with the smell of roasted meat and choking soot, and from the flame-red rock, countless hands stretched out as if to grab the falling Hesman, and there was a hissing and roaring sound from inside, and the scene flew up little by little, in fact it was the illusion of his falling.

He couldn't stop this, he could only close his eyes and let himself fall, he felt his body fall heavily on the hot ground, he heard the bones in his body crack, he rolled on the ground in pain, and now Hesman didn't care where he was, the scoundrel came up with a glass of Coke and sucked the ice from the cup with a straw, still making that disgusting "swish, smack" sound, and threw it into the fire pit next to him, burning a flame more than a man high.

He crouched beside him and looked at Heathman on the ground curiously, "Hey, man, I'm very honest, I said we'd meet, did you miss me?" ”

The scoundrel grabbed him by the collar with both hands and grabbed Hesman, the scoundrel was still dead, his nose was still crooked, the scoundrel pushed Hesman to a wide wooden chair behind him, Hesman let out a cry of pain, his hands and feet were firmly clasped in shackles, and the scoundrel grabbed Hesman's chin and looked at him, smiling with satisfaction.

Hesman only cared about the pain in his body, every time he moved, his body was painful and uncomfortable, he scanned everything around and finally found that he was in a torture room, there were all kinds of ancient torture instruments, and there were terrible screams coming from the burning furnace, and he could even see many arms waving in the furnace, and many people struggling inside.

Heathman shook his head hoping it was a terrible nightmare, and the scoundrel was burning something with an iron rod by a fire, and then he took out an iron object of a burnt red cross from it, and he tore open Heathman's shirt and said, "Don't be so unconfident, I don't say you know it's not a dream, you bastard." ”

"Who the hell are you and what do you want to do?" Heathman finally couldn't help but roar angrily.

"yes, that's good, man......" the scoundrel complimented Heathman with a look of disbelief, "that's it, you've got me excited, and you're finally on point." Turning the scoundrel back into the furnace, he began to have an interesting chat with Hesman, who gasped and looked at the strange man in front of him.

"Am I in hell?" Heathman was dying and said the last thing he wanted to admit. In order to confirm his suspicions, Riel logged on to the 'Doberman' project, but was prevented from accessing it, and in vain a cold sweat broke out on his back, and he tried to access the entire project file through other means, but it was as if all the documents for the project had been classified as top secret for the group.

He has to think of other ways to enter the system, the normal way seems to be no longer possible, only through illegal means, however, he is familiar with the operation mode of the whole system, if he wants to enter the data unnoticed, it is a huge challenge for him, the self-defense system will lock his position in a few minutes, and within 3 minutes, there will be security personnel with guns against him.

He reported the incident to Tonys.

"Mr. Tonys, all information about the 'Doberman' project has been blocked, and I don't know who set the higher clearance."

"When?"

"I suspect it's been the last two days."

"Well......," Tonys replied silently, muttering, "Sooner than I thought." ”

"Moreover, I found that there is data from the Ecuadorian side that has entered the directory of 'Dobermans', because I have not seen the specific data on the matter of permissions."

"Well, our progress isn't much slower, but luckily all of our data has been copied to the new place."

"Mr. Tonys, do you know who has such high privileges to set it up?"

"There are not many people in the group who can have such authority, and not even the board of directors has such high authority."

"I suspect that someone has usurped Mr. Denkel's authority with a higher authority?"

Rare finally had his biggest question, and what he feared the most, because he knew more about the entire Doberman Pinscher project, even better than any of his colleagues, from the beginning to the end of the S-0-18532 codename 'Messenger of Heaven' and the 'Doberman' project.

"You're thinking a little bigger, it's not that complicated."

What is the purpose of this? Did they find out who I am? ”

"No, Riel, don't worry about your identity, your current identity is the same as doing your duty for the group, you haven't betrayed the DOM group, you're just doing your hidden duty now."

"However, the timing was too coincidental, and in the few days since I was promoted, there have been a lot of subtle changes here, which cannot but alarm me." "Of course, Riel, it's right to be vigilant, but don't be blinded by such over-judgments."