On the border of the twin islands of Kerfania and Larfania lies an empty desert above which a dilapidated flat-roofed cement hut truncates the horizon on both sides, and it looks like a rotten tooth.

"This is the right place," thought Abraham, leading the horse to the shade of the hut, and then pushed the door open and stepped into the cool room, where Abraham was glad that the thick earthen walls had kept out the harsh heat.

In the cabin, Abraham took off his cowboy hat and looked around: it was empty, the air smelled damp and musty, but it was still the perfect place for him.

"Stay here for a while." So saying, Abraham put the bow on his back on the ground, and placed the bow and arrows beside the bow, and then he turned to the small window by the side of the door, through which he looked out at the oasis in the distance, and the whistling desert wind blew the beard under his cheeks, and after a while he went out and took off the baggage from his horse, and when he returned to the house, he found a random place to sit down, and he rested against the wall for a while, and then came to the window.

At this moment, Abraham was squinting at the scene outside the window, his fingers pinching back and forth, as if thinking about something, and then carefully examining various angles, "That's right." As he spoke, Abraham fell to his knees and tried to look at it differently, then he picked up the shotgun on the back of his backpack, returned to the window and loaded it with a bullet and began to aim, and after checking the crosshairs of the weapon, he put it back in its place with satisfaction, and then took out the last piece of melon from the Klein Market from Horse Bag Day, and then he sat down,

Then he waited for night to fall, for his prey to appear.

While waiting, Abraham's mind returned to his family, and not long ago, Abraham had received a letter that disturbed him deeply, and after reading it, Abraham began to pack his bags.

"It was so sudden, I had to leave Wharton," Abraham said to his wife, "and I will be back as soon as I can, I promise." ”

Abraham told his wife, Ruth, that he was away from Wharton for weeks, if not months, and that while he was away, his son Newt would take care of the farm and his son Hudson would help him get to the market in town. In this way, Abraham arrived at the dock on the west side of Wharton, tears glistened in the couple's eyes, Abraham found it difficult to keep his composure, he hugged his wife, and then got on the boat, a heavy heart on his chest. "You have to take good care of your mother, girl." He said to Jaceline under the boat, reaching out and pretending to brush the dust from the corners of his eyes.

"I will." The ten-year-old Hudson replied, her lower lip trembling. Abraham exchanged a heartbroken smile with his wife, Ruth. They all knew that there might be such a day, but even so, the moment still made their hearts tremble.

"Franklin, I'll take care of the rest until I get back." Abraham said to Franklin, who had come to see him off.

"Be of good cheer," said Franklin, holding Abraham's hand, "and the gods will bless us." ”

With that, Franklin dismounted, and the ship set off for the southwest. Abraham couldn't help but glance back and wave goodbye to Hudson on the shore, this was Abraham's first trip since the birth of the child for more than ten years, watching the person he loved the most see him leave, the pain of parting was like a knife in his heart, making him a little worried, and a little worried.

After disembarking, in order to reach his final destination, he bought the most basic necessities in the nearby bazaar, rented a horse, and borrowed the moon and stars to guide him, and during the day he rested and slept under the dense shade of the trees, or stayed in a hut to escape the dangerous scorching sun.

One evening, when he got up, the sun had not yet set, and he squinted one eye and scanned the horizon expertly. Barely visible in the distance, there was a slight disturbance in the heat haze that had accumulated on the horizon. He noticed, but didn't think much of it.

However, when he was convinced that he had risen at the same time the next day, Abraham saw a dent in the band of light on the horizon in the same position as the day before. Needless to say, he was followed. What's more, the person who followed him was an expert, and the other party was obviously keeping a fixed distance.

"We've got to be careful." Abraham muttered to himself, then took a gun from his horse bag and put it on his waist, then looked at the other side, damn it, he regretted coming out today without a single person.

In order to test his theory, he may be surprised, but he has to slow down. The signs in the heat haze never changed, and he braved the scorching sun to travel during the day, and he found that the stalker did the same. One night he galloped on his horse, urging his horse forward with all his might, and his stalkers saw his move, and as expected, the other man followed suit.

So that he had no choice, and he had to abandon his mission, at least for the time being, until he could do something about the guy who was secretly following him. When did this tracker follow him? Abraham, who has many years of experience in the military, is very cautious in everything he does.

Well, he'll have to think about it first, let's think about it, Abraham found the ghost behind him on the fifth day of the trip, which was quite heartening to him, because it meant that the man followed them when they disembarked, and it had nothing to do with Wharton's Palace. It doesn't matter who this guy is, as long as the other party can stay away from his home, what he has to do now is to find a way to get rid of this tracker.

Not far away, Abraham and the others came across a small village, where vendors set up stalls selling oil, cloth, lentils, and beans in high jars, Abraham bought some food, and Hudson left with ammunition on the black market next to him, and then they led the tracker all the way to the Western Desert, thinking about his next move.

Two days later, the two men saw the hut, and Abraham immediately concluded that it was the ideal place for an ambush.

Sure enough, his target appeared, and Abraham spotted a lone figure on horseback not far from them, the tracker emerging in the heat haze. Abraham looked down at the sky, well, now the sun was behind him, and his shotgun was hiding in the window of the room and was lightly aimed at the rider, and he noticed that the other man was dressed like him.

It's time.

Abraham took a deep breath and stared at his prey as he maintained his aiming stance, feeling as if a long time had passed. He had to finish him before the tremors of his muscles affected his aiming.

He snapped the fingers of his right hand.

The bullet hit the target, and the rider in the distance fell from his horse, bringing up a cloud of sand and dust on the ground. Abraham was loaded, he aimed at the other man, he could shoot at any time if necessary, Abraham stared at the other man's body, walked out, and looked for signs of life in the desert.

But he found no signs.

What's going on? Two weeks ago.

Asker woke up before dawn, the rising sun pouring into the curtains, and he came to the nearby fire, the white light of the fire reflected in his dark eyes. It didn't take long for the house to warm up, and Asker came to the bed to get dressed, but when he tore off the long towel wrapped around him, he felt a chill in the silence around him.

Esker got dressed and went to the kitchen, where he took out his breakfast of bread and jam from the fridge, went to the table next to him, and began to eat slowly.

Esker turned on the projection screen in front of him, he flipped through the latest news on the projection screen, until he stopped sliding when he stopped at a person's photo, it was Abraham, he put down the bread in his hand, his expression became serious, after falling into some contemplation, he flipped the page and clicked on a profile about Abraham, after the next notification bar popped up, he clicked yes, and then Abraham's avatar had a red cross.

After the meal, Asker returned to his room, he opened the Livy map on a desk, and after marking the location, he opened the closet, and after checking the weapons in his backpack, he set off.

It took him three days to finally reach the wharf on the west side of Wharton, a building on the riverside, Asker stopped in front of the door of a teahouse, he walked into the teahouse, found a sunny seat and sat down, and after beckoning the waiter to serve the tea, he pulled down his hood and tasted the tea while waiting in silence.

Just then, he spotted movement in the room next to the dock opposite: a man, no, a woman's figure returning from the dock. She was carrying a large bucket, and Asker squinted at her walking, and the woman's movements were very concise and restrained. He watched as she filled the bucket, rested it on the ground, and then stood with her hands on her hips and waited for a moment. After a while, she clasped her hands to her lips and called a name in the breeze.

Frese!

His target was also named Frese, but his name was Abraham, and Eske decided that either he was catching the market in the bazaar now, or he was fishing in the pond in front of him, or he was not at home at all. At that moment, a boy appeared in the hut, and it must have been Frese.

Asker watched as the boy named Frese walked towards his mother, then lifted the other buckets and brought them back to the mustache.

He stayed in the teahouse until he was convinced that Alex wasn't here, that there were only women and boys in the hut, then he hunched over and got up, paid, and sped out of the place. He made his way to the hut, leaning against the red brick wall, and quietly came to the back of the room, and through a window facing the back, Asker heard the mother and son eating, and he heard the word "father", and the boy's real name, "Javier". Then he heard the words "I'll be back soon" in the boy's mother's reply.

Now that Asker closed his eyes and pondered, he realized that it was a small obstacle, but still a hindrance. Was Abraham already alarmed?

No, not because of his arrival. If that were the case, Abraham would have stayed behind to protect his family. He must have noticed something. Is it to warn others that they left in a hurry, or do you want to embark on some mission? He would figure it out when he caught up with Abraham, and he decided not to think about it for now.

Time, now time is everything, time is his enemy.

Esker turned on the projection screen, made the material density on the bottom of his shoe, and tiptoed around the hut, Asker leaned over and slipped under the window on the other side until he reached the main entrance. He took his place in the doorway, leaning against the wall, listening carefully to the movements in the room, silently judging the position of the boy and his mother. He pulled the knife from his belt and wrapped the leather cord from the handle around his wrist a few times.

He waited, counting the footsteps.

Now is the time!

He pushed the curtain aside, walked neatly into the farmhouse, grabbed the woman from behind, and put the knife to her neck, and the short fight ended in a matter of seconds.

At the other end of the room, another boy heard the movement and rushed over, and when he entered the room, he saw a man with a scar on his face holding a knife against his mother, while his brother Javier was frozen in place on the other side. Javier's hair was scruffy, his eyes widened in horror, he held a plate with a knife in one hand, and his eyes were fixed on the end of the room.

"I don't want to hurt you." Asker said. It was a lie, and the woman's breathing became rapid, "Javier, put the plate down, put your hands on your lap, and you!" He pointed to the other boy and said, "Put your hands behind my head." ”

"Don't do it!" The woman said, her voice nervous and determined.

"I'm not joking," he warned, and as a sign of resolve, he plunged the blade into her skin. Blood oozed from her wound and spilled onto Asker's wrist.

"Do as I say!" He repeated.

"Remember what Daddy said," the woman gasped, "Run!" Get out of the window! She lifted her hand and grabbed his arm, steadying her own body.

Asker shook his head. "If you dare to make a move, I'll cut her throat. Now do as I say. ”

What happened next was like lightning: Javier's wrist flicked, and the plate flew out and shattered on the stone. The knife appeared in his other hand, and he pinched the blade with his index finger and thumb, and with a flick of his wrist, the knife spun and flew towards Esker. At the same time, the boy's mother also took action, her body twisted, and her teeth bit into the arm of the attacker.

Javier's throwing knife was a good throw, but it was still dodged by Esker, and the knife almost completely missed, leaving only a slight abrasion on his shoulder. The boy's mother hit him in the ribs with her elbow, once, twice. This sturdy and powerful attack is quite shrewd. She is also trained. Now he had no choice but to deal with the two of them. He quickly made his choice, slitting her throat as she tried to attack him a third time, and then, in this back-and-forth motion, he threw his dagger at the boy, and Hudson lunged forward, apparently trying to help his mother deal with him.

The boy was very close and easy to aim. Young Javier clutched his neck tightly, the dagger plunged into it, blood splattered, and then gushed out of the wound, he fell to his knees, and then fell to the side. Mother and son died next to each other on the stone slab.

Asker tilted his head as the blood slowly pooled between his two victims, mixing together and slowly seeping into the mud. He pursed his lips, a brief gesture that was a knee-jerk reaction when he was restless. He wanted to keep them alive for a while longer, so that he could interrogate them properly. But they chose to fight and disrupted his plans. They used their death to buy time for Abraham, and possibly even a chance to escape.

At this moment, Asker noticed that another boy was missing, and he sighed and frowned slightly. It doesn't matter so much.

He packed his things, went to the docks, took a boat to Larfania, and followed all the way until he finally got back into Abraham's footsteps.

His prey is undoubtedly a good hand. He would follow in the footsteps of a convoy or merchant when they passed by, and he would stay in the wilderness for a long time when his own trail might be the only trace on the road. But despite his suspicions that he was being followed, Abraham took too long to test his suspicions, and by the time he got into action, Asker had already anticipated his plan.

When he saw the hut from afar, but found no trace of Abraham, Asker realized that there was a trap in this place, and he had such a trap, and knowing this, it meant that Abraham's fate was sealed.

Some distance from the river near the wheat field, he met a traveler with the equipment on his horse, whom he guessed might be a nearby worker.

"Hello!" The traveler shouted happily. Asker jumped off his horse and walked towards him, hiding his dagger out of sight under his shawl. The traveler raises a hand over his eyes. "I can do something for you......" Before the man could finish, Esker's knife entered his abdomen.

Eske guided the donkey, which was frightened by the smell of blood, and told it to carry the body of its dead master back to the side of the recess. In the unseen seclusion of the hut, he transferred the body to his horse, prepared it with ropes and ingenious knots that would be untied under the right conditions, the stiffness of death left the body upright on horseback, and finally, he draped his clothes over the corpse and stood backwards admiring his work.

Then he slapped the horse's buttocks, and the horses set off with the dead rider, while Eske secretly circled the front and back of the hut from the other side, making a large circle from the outside. From a distance, he saw the body fall from the horse, and Abraham's spear shot the corpse in the neck.

The trap has been set.

It didn't take long for Abraham to come out of the hut, and Asker leaned in from behind, and he also waited for Abraham, and when he appeared, Asker quickly cut Abraham's spine with the root of his knife, so that he could only see and talk, and then he crouched down and began to question.

"Where are the rest of you guys?" He asked.

Abraham stared at him with knowing, sad eyes, and Asker became irritated again. The family was all of the same virtues, and he knew he was wasting his time. He plunged the dagger into Emsaf's eye socket and wiped the knife clean with his clothes. On the plains, vultures have begun to stay on the carcasses of travelers. He looked at them lazily and took a short break before setting off. Soon these birds will also find Abraham.

Back at the cabin, Asker found the badge in Abraham's luggage and put it in his backpack.

Mission accomplished, at least for now.

Asker stretched and took a deep breath.

He cleaned up his weapon, rested for a while, and then set off to report on his mission.

He will receive his next order to find a new target to kill.

The game will start again.