Sue sat at the top of the hill and watched the scenery.

The top of the mountain is the only vantage point in the area, with a wide view. In front of us is a vast grassland, as far as the eye can see, but the scenery and colors are very monotonous, relying on the vast space itself to bring visual impact. The lead clouds in the sky are always low-hanging, moving rapidly forward under the impetus of strong winds, and if you look at it for a long time, you will have the illusion that it is not the clouds that are moving forward, but people and the earth retreating.

Su lifted the scope, and the world in the lens was as monotonous and quiet as ever, and there was no abnormality in sight. On the grassland, the deer, the rabbit and the straw wolf are infested from time to time, and there are occasional tragic encounters, and the loser becomes the ration of the winner, all of which are no different from before. The oncoming wind did not bring the slightest sense of danger.

Such a quiet, uneventful, and risk-free life really made Su extremely uncomfortable. For as long as she can remember, almost every day Su has been searching for food, searching for her next place to perch, or fighting for survival, never resting. Even if you are in a settlement or a company, it is only a place for supplies, and you cannot completely relax. It's even more stressful, because humans are much more dangerous than mutated creatures.

Now backed by the N958, Su has a place to sleep, plenty of pure water to drink, and a large stock of weapons and ammunition. There was a whole box of at least 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun ammunition. All of Su's guns are extremely powerful, simple in structure, easy to maintain, and his marksmanship is almost always lethal with one shot, and rarely requires a second shot. In fact, the real reason for practicing this kind of terrifying marksmanship is because Su has no money. Bullets were expensive, and Sue, who was often penniless, simply couldn't afford to shoot an automatic rifle that could only be used to exert its power. Sniper rifle bullets or handmade bullets are much more expensive than automatic rifle bullets, but they can kill with one shot, and the cost will be less after a fight.

Perhaps accustomed to the hard days, now looking at the various weapons and ammunition of the old era piled up in an entire warehouse, looking at the pure water that can flow for a long time, and looking at the boxes of synthetic nutrients that can be generated every day, Sue's life has lost its purpose.

Now in his life, it seems that the only thing that makes sense is to wait for the arrival of the Dark Dragoon, and then die in battle.

Su suddenly felt that life was very ridiculous.

The world never thinks about someone's feelings, but goes on as usual, just as the sun rises every day. Even though the heavy clouds of radioactive dust obscured all the sky, the sun still rose as usual, but people couldn't see it.

So Su's dazed life continued, and in the blink of an eye, five days had passed, and the Dark Dragoon still showed no signs of appearing, as if this organization had never appeared at all. But Su clearly knew that they could appear at any time, and left this chosen battlefield, Su didn't know if it was possible for him to fight for a dragoon, so he still had to stay in this mountainous area, and he still had to continue to live this peaceful, dazed and meaningless life.

Su is not the only one who is at a loss.

Outside of Saratoga, the camp of the Dark Dragoons was still neat and solemn, but the minions who came in and out were visibly restless. Originally, Luthor was used to sitting on the engine cover of the off-road vehicle outside the camp, or looking into the distance, or looking at the electronic tactical board in his hand. But after watching it like this for five or six days without results, Luthor himself felt a little stupid to sit here every day.

With the precedent of the leader of the settlement, the inhabitants of Saratoga, of course, did not dare to provoke the Dark Dragoon, and all bypassed the cordon from a distance. Occasionally, through a crack in the building, they dared to sneak a peek at the camp, at Luther, who was sitting on an SUV like a sculpture.

Luther felt more and more that those sneaking glances were full of mockery and sarcasm. The gazes pierced him like needles, and Luthor just wanted to get out of this hapless, desolate haunted place as soon as possible. However, the report of the failure of the operation had been sent back to Headquarters a few days earlier, and Lieutenant Colonel Julio had replied an hour after receiving the report that a new plan had been drawn up and was only waiting for approval from above. According to the custom and resolute style of the Dark Dragoons, the new plan would normally be approved that night, and then Luthor would be able to lead his men out of the camp and return to HQ to report on their duties. Justin and the others will be on standby, waiting for the new commander to arrive.

Who would have known, after the plan was reported, it would be like a stone sinking into the sea, and there would be no news from it. Luther's wait was six days. He couldn't help but send a letter to Lieutenant Colonel Julio for questioning, and the lieutenant colonel replied several times at first, "The plan is pending approval" and "Pending approval, please be patient", but then he simply did not reply. On the sixth day, the lieutenant colonel simply unilaterally closed the communication channel with Luther.

Luthor was confused, he had never encountered such a situation before. In a daze, he got in touch with the people in his family to find out what was going on. The response was the same as that of Lieutenant Colonel Julio, and the follow-up course of action was awaiting approval.

Bureaucracy? In confusion, the word of the old times crept into Luther's heart. But if you think about the people in charge of the Dark Dragoon, which one is not decisive and fierce?

For the first three days, Justin was still looking at his jokes coldly, occasionally sarcastically. But after three days, all the dragoons became restless, and it was unknown why there was no new order from headquarters. They also asked for reasons through their respective channels, and all of them received the same answer, and the follow-up action plan was pending approval.

As for who the follow-up plan is stuck, those sources are secretive. In fact, it is the same whether you know it or not, the entire Dark Dragoon Headquarters is qualified to block this plan, and there are only a few people who can make Lieutenant Colonel Julio helpless. And these people, no one wants to provoke, and they dare not provoke, and inquiring about these people is not much different from looking for death.

So Sue had to stay confused at the top of the hill, and Luthor and Justin continued to be confused at the camp outside Saratoga.

Sue still has a lot to do. He first used the intelligent testing equipment in the factory area to determine the composition of a small metal bar, and then used some ready-made parts in the warehouse to remelt and mix an alloy block with the exact same composition as this metal bar. Nearly 10,000 pieces of metal are then cut into pieces by an automatic lathe, and then these pieces of metal several kilograms long are folded into specific angles. Over the next few days, Sue scattered these pieces of metal all over the mountainous area. The mountainous area is very large, and although there are many metal flakes, once they are scattered, they are completely submerged in weeds, mounds, and gravel, and they are almost invisible. These pieces of metal are brittle and very easy to break, emitting dozens of sound waves from low to ultra-high frequencies when broken, most of which are inaudible to the human ear. For Sue, however, he could hear these sounds for several kilometers.

There are no large mutated creatures on this mountain, and occasionally one or two have been shot by Sue. As for the activities of small animals, it is still easy to distinguish.

After laying out these metal pieces, Su occasionally went to the base when he had free time, he would clean up the base, and when he needed to sleep undisturbed, he would lie down at the door of the base, sleep for ten minutes, and then wake up on time, no more than 3 seconds before and after. The rest of the time, Su would use the base's factory to process some bullets and carve intricate carvings on the warhead. Both the metal plate and the engraving were techniques that Sue had learned from the old hunters of the settlement, but the original engravings were just a few simple ones, and now Sue has developed them to resemble decorative patterns.

From beginning to end, Sue hadn't used the lavishly decorated bedrooms on the third floor, though he had cleaned them too.

Su actually spent very little time in the base, he is not a computer expert, although with his basic knowledge of the operation manual carefully checked the functions of the central control computer, but the qiē display is normal, and there is no hidden other system, of course, he will not know that someone is watching his every move in N958 through various camera points.

Growing up in the wilderness, Sue has a natural sensitivity to things that can threaten his life, and this is actually the instinct of many wilderness creatures. But for things like camera points that don't pose a direct threat, the sensitivity is much worse. The central control computer shows that Su is the highest and only user of this base, and he believes it. However, as long as he stayed in the base, Su would vaguely feel uncomfortable, but he couldn't say where this feeling came from, so he didn't want to stay at the base for a long time every time.

Water, bullets, nutrients, and energy, Su Du only took what he needed, and did not take any more.

Compared to Sue's busyness, Luthor was almost going crazy. It is not easy to be forced to admit defeat, and what is even more uncomfortable is that you have to face the initiator of this matter every day. The Dark Dragoon is not intolerant of defeat, but there must be a good reason. In this organization based on the principle of the supremacy of strength, there must be either superior force, superior intelligence, or superior endurance, so that you can mix at the bottom for a lifetime until retirement. Luthor had no talent for force, and he was always trying to prove that he had a talent for military and strategy. This defeat is undoubtedly the most unacceptable for him. Although Lieutenant Colonel Julio has not yet commented on the last operation, he will certainly not have any positive comments. If the Fabregas family were not willing to support themselves, Luther's rank of lieutenant might have become that of second lieutenant.

On the seventh day, Luthor always felt a hot and sarcastic gaze from the window of a room in Saratoga. He had endured it for six days, and he didn't expect such a straightforward provocation on the seventh day!

Luther jumped out of the off-road vehicle, snatched the smart modular rifle from a passing servant, switched to sniper mode, took a random aim, and pulled the trigger!

Plop, the muzzle of the rifle erupted a faint tongue of fire, and the sound was softer than that of the pistols of the old days. More than a dozen bullets cut through a high curve, and more than half of them penetrated the window, which was nearly 1,000 meters apart. In a fit of rage, Luthor demonstrates his usual shooting skills that would never be taken lightly.

The house, made of wooden box boards and thin iron nails, could not stop the bullets from penetrating at all, and several screams rang out from inside. The door opened, and a woman staggered out with two bloodied children, and fell to her knees after a few steps, both of which fell to the ground. Despite the heavy fall, the two children remained motionless and apparently lost their lives before the fall.

The woman cried hysterically, screamed, shook the child, and shook the child. But no matter how much she shouted, there would be no response.

Luthor had no idea that such a scene would come, as if he had been doused with a basin of cold water, and all his anger and illusions would be extinguished. He put down his rifle, and though he had never considered the people living in the colonies to be his own, Luthor's heart was still pounding violently, and every cry of a woman was like a sledgehammer hitting his heart.

The woman finally gave up her efforts, stood up tremblingly, and staggered towards Luther. She cried and reached out to Luthor to see several rapidly expanding clumps of blood on the woman's chest and abdomen. With each step, a bright red trail is left behind the woman. It seemed that her blood should have dried up a long time ago, but the woman had walked nearly a hundred meters, still crying and walking, and never fell.

Justin and several dragoons all left the camp and stood in the doorway, quietly watching the scene.

With a thud, the rifle in Luthor's hand fell to the ground. He turned and strode towards the camp, all the dragoons taking a few steps to the side to make way for him. As they passed, they all saw that Luthor's face was as pale as paper.

One of Luthor's servants silently walked up and picked up his rifle, took aim, fired, and ended the woman's pain with a point shot.

Almost all the residents of Saratoga stepped out, silently looking at the two children, at the woman, at the bright red thread between the woman and the child.

All the dragoons returned to the camp, and one of the servants hesitated, but stepped forward, untied his cloak, and put it over the woman.

Among the Saratoga residents who watched walked an old man with a gray beard. He went straight to the woman's side, lifted the cloak, and slammed the cloak that had waterproof, warm, and protective functions, and could definitely be sold for a large price, in front of the servant. Then he picked up the bloodied woman and walked slowly towards Saratoga.

This was the most direct provocation and insult to the servant and the Dark Dragoon, but this time, no one fired a shot.

In the past few days, Persephone's mood has been very gloomy, and even the rare bright sunlight outside the tall and narrow floor-to-ceiling windows has not made her a little happier. As soon as you click on the to-do icon, countless articles will fall like a waterfall, piling up a large garbage heap at the bottom of the screen, and then return to the queue after a few seconds. Originally, Persephone liked this way of receiving texts, but in her opinion, most of her daily work was rubbish. But for some reason in the past few days, there were suddenly many more things for her to deal with, and as soon as she saw the very cute cat head icon on the to-do list, Persephone felt the urge to strangle it.

Persephone was already working as fast as she could, and had been praying in her heart that there would not be so much work the next day. But in the midst of a mountain of work, there was finally one to-do that succeeded in arousing her anger with unremitting efforts.

This document is a follow-up application for the hunt for Sue.

At Oberen's request that day, Persephone simply vetoed the plan. Of course, Oberen did not know that Luther's operation had failed when he made the request, and he only came to this conclusion based on his own impression of Sue and his analysis of the abilities of Luther's team. When Persephone saw the report, she had a little appreciation for her brother's accurate judgment. It was just praise rather than approval, and it was a trivial matter compared to the waterfall of the text on her screen.

Persephone's original intention was that since one captain was not enough, then it would be good to send two captains, although her signature was only a simple veto, but the experienced officer would fully consider the idea, reformulate the plan, and then go through the normal approval process, so that there was no need to come to her again.

This matter should have ended here, but who knew that after a day or two, this article actually ran to her screen again. Persephone didn't read the content of the article at all, and directly wrote a veto. According to the Dark Dragoon's procedure, this matter should be over, and Lieutenant Colonel Julio should reformulate the plan and go to his superiors for approval, instead of skipping the rank to find Persephone. The boss can skip the level of approval, but it does not mean that the subordinate can skip the level of reporting.

Another day later, the follow-up application jumped to her screen again, and she jumped to the front row of the to-do list with the markers of important matters. Persephone held back her anger, made a heavy veto in the text, bounced it back, and buried it in endless work. She was full of anger and had nowhere to vent her anger, because several big names in the Dark Dragoon had almost poured out of the nest these days, each with their own things. As a result, almost all the daily affairs were piled up on Persephone's head.

She was by no means a hard worker, but with that came her responsibilities in this position she was well aware. So she forced herself to work from morning till night, with only three hours off a day. Now Persephone is like an office girl.

While Persephone was completely overwhelmed by work, the old man upstairs was very idle, spending most of his day watching Sue in action in N958. The female assistant, who has an exaggerated figure and a face as cold as an iceberg, will immediately send Persephone's approval of the follow-up plan to the old man's desk, and the old man has almost nothing to do except this.

Occasionally, when the plan of action was not sent to Persephone instead of proceeding according to normal procedure, the old man used his authority and also overstepped the level and signed a veto on it. So two days later, when the new plan came in, the old man was satisfied to see that the plan had been sent to Persephone again.