The young sacrifice cried out in the storm, her voice as thin as silk, so light and yet so sharp that it pierced the heart of any heart that still had a little conscience left.

The ghoul stood straight, arms wrapped around his body, his eyes looking at the top of the cavern, as if God's will was written somewhere.

The workers sitting in the blanket around Kai Shengguo were also drowsy from the low temperature and hunger, but unexpectedly, Kai Shengguo woke up at this time, his eyes squeezed by wrinkles and bruises were full of exhaustion and pain: "What sound? He asked.

"The lamb is screaming." Striff listened intently to the voices outside, "Hold on a little longer, Mr. Kaishengkook," he said, "and it will be over soon." ”

***

As Sometre had predicted, it was a bolt from the blue that would split a fortress of steel.

Until then, no one would have taken the bloody and cold threats and speculations seriously except for a few sensational, gibberish tabloids – hostage-taking had arisen in the sixties and reached its peak in the twentieth century, and the number and scope of hostage-taking cases had continued to rise and widen – but few hostages had been harmed or killed in such terrorist acts, except for a few ultra-radical nationalists. Hijackers don't have a penchant for killing, they have what they want, and often, their demands are met – if the previous emergency response mechanisms and response teams didn't work as well as they should.

It is true that the EALF is called a terrorist organization in UN documents, and its members have been involved in all sorts of economic and personal injuries on more than one occasion – but few people would think they are really heinous, and it even has many sympathizers and supporters, most of whom will say, "They are not bad boys." "It's sometimes too exciting.

At a time when the Chinese were forced to burn precious ingredients, people outside the 7th arrondissement were praising their "gentleness, kindness, and generosity" in the newspapers, the media, and the Internet, recognizing and supporting their "humanitarian" behavior – mentally, the insurance company refused to pay compensation in the first place—and of course there was no such thing as "the insured damaged it (whatever the cause)" among the 56 possible accidental damage to the insured items.

More people spoke on the EALF forum: "They should have done it a long time ago!" and applied to participate in this big operation. They easily got their wish – they were triumphant and excited.

Until the Grim Reaper came to the appointment on time.

It's not a third-rate Hollywood horror movie, it's not an old documentary about the wilderness, it's close and imminent.

A little girl who had only been breathing fresh air in this world for ten years was stripped naked, tied with a rope (like against a little lamb), and pulled by two men, her little snow-white body hanging in the darkness. The masked, hood-covered executioner swung his machete, the blade flickering in the scorching light, blood spurting into the air and colliding with the glittering raindrops, ruby red and transparent droplets of water splashing everywhere, some hitting the camera and recording holes...... Then there was a sharp and delicate cry, the left arm fell to the ground with a rope, making an extremely loud snap, and the little girl flipped half a heel in the air like a damaged plastic doll, her face hit the ground, and the rope was immediately tightened again, this time it was the right leg that was cut off, and then the right arm was also cut off, and the executioner's assistant lifted the rope, and the remaining, the only limb was displayed alone, and the machete continued to perform its duty, this time not so well, perhaps because of the previous skin, muscles, The muscles and bones dulled the knife, or the torturer's lack of strength, more likely because the rest was too small and underforced—they had to spread her flat on the ground to do the brutal work—and at the last moment, the rain became heavy and the camera blurred, but every viewer could barely make out the bare body that had been washed pink by the rain, and the bare body was still twitching—as it was thrown into the eel pond.

The hungry eel instantly overwhelmed it.

The grief and panic then spread throughout New York City, and spread rapidly in all directions.

Volunteers once came in like a tidal wave, but now they are receding like a tidal wave. The obscure supporters disappeared with lightning speed, and the clear-cut allies immediately issued a statement - taking the opposite position, seeking to sever relations completely; The EALF organization has categorically denied the existence of the Somitri, at least this Sormitre, because of its member Shirenos. Sometre had died more than two years ago in the fir forest of the Firminsk region, and in protest and to stop the authorities' felling action, he and a group of like-minded people lived on the trees, and the local forest and police departments worked together to clear their ground supplies, put bright lights on the trees, play high-decibel music, and cut down all the branches they did not occupy, who was dead before being taken to the hospital.

Therefore, everything, people, things, and things on the island of Kemera have nothing to do with EALF. Including that despicable and ruthless murder.

The head of the EALF angrily denounced the bandits who shamelessly assumed the identity of the deceased and the name of the EALF, calling them liars, murderers, and clowns.

For an hour, the whole world turned indifferently in front of the island of Grimara.

***

The only thing that could not turn around was the anxious negotiators and the City of New York, two whaling ships set sail in the midst of a hurricane and headed for the designated location, and the loss of the owners was shared by the City and the insurance company.

As the negotiating team continues to negotiate, they must calm the emotions of the terrorists, make sense of their minds, and hold on to their weaknesses – the death of the little girl has cast a grey veil of defeat over the negotiators, and if a second hostage dies before the operation, their future will be as bleak as the sky is at this time.

Action, yes, action, an unwritten convention and regulation that in such a case of hijacking, as soon as the kidnappers begin to kill the hostages, the authorities can be prepared to resolve the incident by force.

The whaling ship that rushed into the hurricane, in addition to the crew, also SWAT and HRSF, as well as people from the agency, disembarked at the closest place to the island of Kermara and dived into the designated position with the help of a single underwater thruster.

The main attack is SWAT, HRSF auxiliary, this arrangement makes the half-race man with ginger eyes feel a little comforted, the problem is that every third special operations personnel are followed by a member of the agency, in the critical eyes of SWAT, HRSF team members, they are dull, stupid, unresponsive laymen, obnoxious burdens and obstacles, but there are orders from above, they must be carried around.

Thankfully, so far, they haven't made any mess — he means, not a mess that would affect the operation.

Hoping that this good situation would last until the end of the operation, the head of SWAT silently kissed the crossed fingers, God forbid, there were still children, women and old people there.

It was almost November, and the sea was already cold, and when the team members climbed out of the sea, they felt it very strongly, and the chill wrapped around everyone's body like a wetsuit, and the rain constantly washed over them, trying to take away every trace of heat.

Because of the eel farming island, Camera has long lost its original appearance, and its surroundings are very flat, with no trees, no reefs, only flat, unobstructed tan tidal flats, on which only palm-high turquoise seaweeds can be seen (now they have been swept away by waves or strong winds), and only some dwarf vegetation in the center of the island, which is used as a fence and windshield to surround the vegetable fields of the eel farmers.

The rain can't be described in terms of size at all, the humans who sneaked into the Kemera were simply soaked in the torrential rain, and even through the diving suits, the special forces members could still clearly feel the pain caused by the hurricane carrying the rain on their bodies; In addition to this, the ubiquitous wind will choke their mouths and noses, snatch their weapons, and shake their bodies violently, like a stubborn invisible child playing with his toy soldiers, and the chaotic ground suddenly stretches out countless pairs of tiny and sensitive tentacles, trying to drag every uncautious creature directly into the salty and dark hell.

All they could see was two or three feet away, from front to back, left and right, up and down, and the gray-white rain curtain surrounded them like a wall.

The head of SWAT bowed his head and hid his arms under his chest. Turning on the locator attached to the arm, the plane of the island was immediately displayed on a smooth screen, with red dots representing creatures in the house, and there were also around the island, but there were no guards outside the house.

Strange to him, the red dots on the display were increasing and densely packed, covering almost the entire island.

They came from behind them, and they surrounded them.

The monotonous sound of rain suddenly interjected with the sound of wheezing, groaning, with heat.

Creeps.

In the next moment, the person in charge of SWAT turned around quickly and lightly, and his movements were so fast that it was thought that he was standing facing the shore in the first place.

A big white bear dog soaked with fur clinging to its strong body, its teeth clenched, and its dark eyes staring at the person in charge of SWAT, if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, absolutely no one would have believed that a dog's eyes could contain such a deep malice.

When it barked almost hysterically and pounced, the half-breed man with ginger eyes was not at all surprised.

"Action!"

He shouted at the communicator while plunging the serrated dagger into the big dog's eye.

(To be continued)