In his sleep, he didn't seem to smell a trace of blood, as if there was a massacre going on somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

The tribe was carrying out massacres every day, and to him, these things were nothing serious.

In his sleep, he seemed to see himself appreciating the peasants. A peasant is kneeling on the ground with his head on the ground. He stepped forward, put his boots on the peasant's head, and crushed them downward.

The farmer's whole body was trembling, and he didn't dare to fight back, so he could only maintain the posture of facing the sky, and let his hands keep digging a five-finger groove on the sides of his body. Except for being able to clutch the dirt tightly with both hands and beg for mercy, these people were nothing in front of him.

Litter. The reason for this tribe is that there is too much garbage, and only by burning all this garbage and killing all of this tribe can there be a future.

At least that's what his commander told him, and as a professional hunter, he never doubted his commander's words.

Suddenly, I saw that the peasant under his feet seemed to be motionless, probably kicked too hard by himself and suffocated to death. In his sleep, he vaguely remembered himself, and it seemed that there had been two or three times when such a thing had happened.

Suddenly, a monster came out of the black hole of the cart, a monster covered in thorns, and suddenly hit his body, causing him to feel a tingling sensation all over his body.

This tingling sensation made him wake up suddenly.

Although it was dark in front of me, the test paper immediately became familiar with this darkness.

This is still his room, there is nothing wrong with this, this is still his command center. He's used to sleeping in his headquarters, and life here isn't bad anyway.

He didn't wake up screaming like a normal nightmare, and then sat up. He just opened his eyes, and a cold sweat broke out on his body. This is a relatively normal reaction after a nightmare.

It's not too scary a dream anyway.

He let out a sigh of relief and sat up, patting his pillow, intending to find his dreamcatcher and place it next to his pillow.

But it was at this time that he saw that there were three points of light shining on him.

These three points of light appear in a regular triangle, which is obviously the light of some kind of mechanical device. He looked and found a man sitting at his desk.

The man was turning his head to look at him.

The thunder and lightning made the room suddenly brightly appear. And in this light, she could see that the man was sitting in his office chair in the most casual posture.

This person is wearing a sonar device on her head, and the three shaped light spots shining on her body are the light of this sonar device. The man sat in his office chair with his slender legs pounding on his desk, looking very lazy and out of step with the doctor's equipment for maintenance.

However, for a thousand lines, his new equipment is also a little too flashy.

The man rested one hand on the back of a chair and the other with a glass of red wine. The bottle of red wine was on the table.

Although he didn't know what kind of wine it was, the aroma of wine wafting in the air showed that it should be his best bottle of red wine.

It was a bottle of red wine given to him by his superiors, which seemed to be called Rafael.

She didn't particularly remember these things anyway. He wasn't a good drinker, and his only hobby in life was probably killing people on the battlefield.

"Nightmares?" When this man saw that he had woken up, he said such a thing.

The words did not come from the man's mouth, but from the translator he carried.

This mechanical voice translated his words into the native language, which Colonel Bona could understand.

"Who are you?"

After all, he is a professional hunter, and after discovering that there is such a place to sneak into his house, he is still so unmoved. He knew that this was his headquarters after all, and even if someone sneaked in, he probably wouldn't be able to do anything to him.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I'm here to inform you that your city is taken over by us. As for your people, I don't think you need to worry, they should be almost killed by my people by now. ”

"You're dreaming." Bona covered his head to deal with the headache he had just woken up, and then quickly pulled out a pistol from under his pillow and pointed it at the other man.

"If you really think you can shoot me with this pistol, you're underestimating me."

The other party slowly pulled out a long thing from his waist. Under the light of lightning, Bona could see that what the other party had drawn was a long single knife.

The shape of this single knife was not the bayonet he was familiar with, but the kind of single knife. This weapon is only used by the hunters of the tribe, although the tribe has already eliminated it. However, this weapon is probably the only melee weapon in the world, and it has been eliminated because it is too cruel.

, only hunters will be good at using this weapon.

"Single-edged? You're a hunter! Bona was also surprised.

This place is not close at all, and on the other side of the planet, at least about eight zones are maintained between the two. A hunter, no matter how he gets lost, can't get lost here.

"Insightful. Do you think this weapon? ”

Bona sneered and moved his body, getting closer and closer to the phone at hand.

"In this world, there are not many weapons that have been eliminated because they are too cruel." He calmly coped with the other party and smoothly transferred to his telephone.

"If you're trying to call the guards, I'm afraid it's a little late. If I'm going to come in, I'll definitely get rid of your guards first. ”

The other party looked at his single knife for a long time. It seemed that in his eyes, this was more pleasing to the eye than Bona with a pistol.

But it was the posture of holding a single knife that made Bona who was pointing a pistol at him have an indescribable sense of fear. The single knife in the opponent's hand is not long, and even if he wields it casually, it is impossible to hit him, but he feels that even if there is nothing in this person's hand, it is a sufficient threat to him.

This momentum that can threaten others does not come from the weapon in his hand, but from the person sitting here. The real threat is his people, not the weapons in his hands.