Hank is a sergeant, and he can be a sergeant in "Area 51", where the most elite and best soldiers are gathered, and he naturally has his own advantages.

"Gun mastery" is Hank's ability, in fact, in the official designation, he is just a "superman" with evolved visual senses.

However, every time he picks up a gun, he has a super sense like an arm, so Hank, who has played with firearms for half his life, stubbornly chooses a more appropriate name for his ability.

In the early hours of the morning, when the alien army attacked, Hank, who was not on duty, rested in his home in a residential area, and when the artillery fire rang out, he woke up as soon as possible, grabbed his gun and wanted to rush out.

At that time, the alien air force almost covered the whole city, and the ground was full of traces of aliens, seeing a companion who lived downstairs just rushed into the courtyard, and before he could fire, he was torn to pieces by the alien, and Hank, who was frightened and angry, grabbed his gun without hesitation and aimed out of the window.

It was his wife who stopped him, including his daughter, and the two of them rushed over and grabbed his gun for fear of luring it over.

The steel-like man also has his own fragile side, and the beautiful wife and daughter are Hank's only ones, and when he sees more aliens pouring into the city, the desolate Hank has no doubt that the base has been destroyed.

It always surprised him a little, at least the aliens didn't rush into the residential area and go on a killing spree.

Soon, Hank found out.

As long as you don't open the door or go outside, don't try to hide inside the house and put cold guns, as long as you don't have the countless murderous monsters that don't exist, then they will also be you. It does not actively attack.

Of course, this is not absolute.

At least Hank saw the military police station on the corner. The military police inside, who were deeply hated by the soldiers, closed the door and did not come out, but they were still broken into by the monster. Just listening to those terrible screams, Hank knew that there was not a single living mouth inside, and he must have been slaughtered.

I don't understand how these monsters are differentiated, but it's clear that their attacks are very regular, giving preference to attacking those that have the potential to cause serious casualties to them.

Until dawn, the frightened Hank family never calmed down.

"It's not okay to hide like this, there is no extra food at home, we can't last a few days, you hide here and don't go out. I'll go check it out first. ”

Leaning on the window, repeatedly confirming that there was no monster in sight, Hank couldn't hold it back, picked up the gun and wanted to go out.

"Hank, wait, it's not dawning."

Hank's wife grabbed him, and his three-year-old daughter grabbed him by the corner of his coat in panic.

Without saying anything, he hugged his wife affectionately and kissed her forehead. Hank bowed his head and kissed his daughter's hair again, then broke free and went out like a gust of wind.

The hallway was quiet, and Hank was not surprised, not as much as the others hated "clones". On the contrary, he thinks they are very quiet, and he lives in a residential building with a few comrades.

Walking slowly down the stairs, Hank didn't encounter anything out of the ordinary. Soon arrived at the lobby on the first floor.

Standing at the gate, the cautious Hank was in no hurry to get out. I watched through the crack in the door for a long time.

Everything was calm and frightening, on the street in front of the door. His non-talkative comrade-in-arms fell to the ground, and the blood from the corners of his tightly closed mouth had long since dried up.

There was no sound of gunfire, and there was no movement of any human voice, and after standing for a moment, Hank was about to go out, when suddenly he heard a voice go out.

"If I were to be your words, I would go back and stay with my wife and daughter, and don't go out and kill myself."

Hank turned the gun and looked back nervously, slightly startled.

Clean casual clothes, a quiet expression, and the woman who appeared silently behind him didn't look like she had survived a nightmare-like disaster.

"Who are you?"

Without hesitation, aiming the gun at her, Hank asked warily.

He didn't know the woman, and more than 95 percent of the building's inhabitants were "clones", while the rest of the building, Hank, was familiar with.

Ignoring Hank's question, the woman ignored the muzzle of the automatic rifle he had opened the safety and raised her foot towards the door.

"Stop!"

Hank was anxious, raised his gun, and tightened his fingers on the trigger slightly.

Suddenly, he felt a flower in front of him, and secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good, and Hank pulled the trigger without thinking.

The latest silencer perfectly concealed the gunshots, and in the low, short sound of gunfire, Hank saw a purple light flood into his eyes.

The clear eyes turned into strange purple pupils, and the woman who appeared in front of Hank in an instant, the invisible eyes seemed to have tangible light waves, invading Hank's round eyes.

After a moment, the woman withdrew her gaze and slowly walked to the door.

The purple light in his eyes flashed, and Hank, who had returned to normal, lowered his gun and stood respectfully behind the woman.

"What the hell are they looking for? This is the third time that this kind of carpet search has been conducted. ”

Just as she wanted to lift her feet and go out, suddenly the woman's brows furrowed.

Turning around and stretching out his wrist, Hank hurriedly handed over the gun as if he knew what the woman wanted to do.

The soft hand grasped the steel gun, like twisting a twist, and the woman twisted the automatic rifle into a lump of iron in three or two.

Without looking back, she reached out and threw the scrap iron into the trash can not far away, and the woman immediately turned around and walked up the stairway.

Watching the woman disappear into the hallway with respectful eyes, Hank looked around a few times, walked to the trash can in the corner of the building, and sat down.

That wasn't all, he grabbed some disgusting garbage from the trash can and wiped it on his body, until the stench had completely overshadowed his own smell, and then buried his head between his knees, and he began to tremble like a terrified tramp.

After a while, the door of the building was opened.

A monster poked into the skull, the saliva sticky giant kiss trembled slightly, and after a moment's pause, it slowly walked in with the door open.

It is estimated that he was attracted by the smell of gunpowder in the air, after all, not a single monster had ever stepped into this building all night, and after standing in the hall on the first floor for a moment, the monster began to walk towards Hank.

A strong smell of blood came to my face, mixed with an indescribable horror.

Hank's reaction was even more violent, burying his head deep in his crotch, his body trembling violently.

Stopping in front of Hank, the messenger alien lowered its head, its giant snout creaking out of its smooth bones, as if sniffing.

Perhaps he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, but the Courier Alien quickly lost interest in him, turned around and ran down the hallway. (To be continued......)