Soon, Sue was standing on the highest peak, looking south. Barrett behind him was silent, the strips of cloth wrapped around the body of the gun almost completely obscured its edge, and only a small piece of jet-black muzzle exposed to the outside exuded the hideousness that belonged to him.

The wind was blowing in his face, very soft, without the murderous aura that Su expected. He took out a high-powered sight for a sniper rifle and looked out towards the vast grassland. This sight does not increase his visual limit very significantly, but it greatly limits his field of vision, so Su rarely uses the sight. Of course, there were sights in this era that were also a significant improvement for Sue, but the price of that kind of thing was about the same as seven or eight RF300As, and even Roxseran would not equip his own army with this. Of course, Sue had no way to rob him.

What appeared in the sight was a peaceful grassland, with nothing but the occasional herd of deer running by.

Su lowered her scope and looked at the grassland with some confusion. With the level of the Dark Dragoon's past appearance, this time should have been chased here a long time ago. Sue never believed she would be able to escape the Dark Dragoon's tracking. If the Dark Dragoon was just relying on hunters to search for him, then Sue had confidence. However, the cold feeling that swept through his body more than once a few days ago reminded Su that there were countless mysterious abilities in the Dark Dragoon that he had never known at all.

The grassland was always quiet, and there was nothing unusual about Su being alerted. So much so that Sue even wondered if there was something wrong with the feeling she had always relied on for survival.

At this moment, on the east coast nearly a thousand kilometers away, the lead-like clouds in the sky broke through a gap, and the sun that was about to fall into the sea generously cast a large beam of sunlight down, gilding the sparkling sea with a golden red. On the shore stands an old seven-storey building, the Gothic style of architecture is still intact and has been renovated. The dark brown façade is also dyed with a thick layer of gold in the sun, as if returning to the prosperity of the old days.

A window in the corner of the top floor was pushed open, and it was an old man with half-white hair, a resolute and stiff face, a high nose like a vulture's beak, and a completely hawkish face. Although he looked old, his pale blue eyes had the vitality of a young man. He wore a white shirt with one unbuttoned collar and a pair of dark black straight trousers with a dark gold rose branch at the side of the trousers, which coiled straight down to the corners of the trousers.

He stood in front of the window, facing the strong, humid sea breeze, his pale blue eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the sunset that was about to disappear behind the clouds. Despite the lethal radiation in the water from the sea breeze, and the ultraviolet rays in the brilliant sunlight that kill almost most lives, he still stood in front of the window, letting the sea breeze ruffle his gray hair, as if he were still in a beautiful old era.

The beauty did not last long before the sun was obscured by the re-accumulated clouds, the light quickly dimmed, and night fell early. In the moment of loss of sunlight, the sea breeze blowing no longer has a warm feeling, and becomes damp and cold. There is no warmth in the whole world, there is no one at all, and it seems that the only one alive is the old man standing in front of the window.

Behind the old man is an office of more than 200 square meters, completely decorated in the style of old-time Victoria. In front of a large, comfortable leather chair is an antique desk several meters wide. At the moment, the leather surface of the desk was constantly flashing with a little red light.

The old man's straight eyebrows moved, closed the window, and walked to the desk. As soon as the windows closed, all radiation and toxic substances were blocked out of the two seemingly ordinary old-fashioned windows.

There was a slight sound of machinery running on the ceiling of the office, automatically revealing some extremely thin bars, blowing fresh and pure air in. The remaining air in the room is sucked in through the exhaust holes hidden behind bookshelves and flower pots. In less than a minute, the air in the entire room will be replaced. The radiation-hardened particles contained in the fresh air neutralize the radioactive dust in the room within a matter of minutes.

The old man stretched out his hand on the table, and a thin piece of glass immediately rose in front of him, driven by the thin metal mechanism, this piece of glass continued to unfold, becoming a huge screen of more than one square meter. The screen lights up, and a base icon flashes in the corner. The label below this icon reads: Entertainment & Leisure.

He stretched out his right hand and tapped it on the flashing icon, and the ring on his middle finger with a deep black gemstone covered with dark gold patterns stood out.

The icon immediately pops up to the center of the screen and quickly expands into a polygonal refuge base gate.

In the middle of the gate, orange N958 was pulsating.

The old man was obviously stunned for a moment, and then a little more on the screen, N958 spun up, turning into dozens of small screens, spread over the entire big screen. About half of the screen is dark, and the other half is the image information of the various camera points on the N958, exactly the same as what Sue saw on the center console. But unlike Su, there were a few more pictures on the screen in front of the old man, which was not available on the center console.

Each camera point faithfully records Sue's exploration in N958. The old man was indifferent to Su's strange and light movements, his intuitive dodging of hidden mechanisms and the firing line of the weapon table, and his full use of various terrains. His gaze fell more on Barrett, who was on Sue's back.

The old man watched the whole process of Su exploring N958 in its entirety, and also watched him open the menu, call up the option of self-destruction of the base, hesitate for a minute, and then close the menu again. If it is observed in conjunction with several other screens, it can be seen that Sue's gaze has been on the water circulation system on the screen of the center console.

After Su Yiyi closed the base and various systems, he withdrew from the base.

The old man sat down in the leather chair and stared at Sue's back fixed on the screen, not knowing what he was thinking. After a few minutes, an eagle-like smile appeared on the old man's face, and with a tap on his desk, a drawer slipped out silently. The old man took out a metal ring from inside, which was exactly the same as the one on Su's finger. Looking at the N958 engraved on the inside of the ring, the old man seemed to be a little emotional.

With a thud, the ring was tossed back into the drawer. The old man stood up again, adjusted a picture with a portrait of Su, and then drew a box on the lower half of Su's body with his fingers, and a bust was cut out and enlarged in the center of the screen. The finger with the dark gold pattern gem clicked on a few more options on the side of the screen, and the system immediately began to search for all the information about Su. Countless jù fell like rain, and finally precipitated into the icons of several letters.

The old man was a little surprised, he just checked it, seeing that the person's dress was just a hunter or mercenary who was surviving in the wilderness, and it was already very good to have a record with a striped name in the file, but he never thought that this person would leave a few pages of records. He opened the text and took a quick look. These documents include Sue's profile and ability assessment, information on the invaders, a report of Raikna's death, a complete account of the two battles, and a follow-up application.

After quickly going through all the information, the old man focused on Su's profile and ability assessment. In the text, Su's demonstrated abilities are analyzed and evaluated in detail, and the danger is defined as C+, which needs to be dealt with by a major with combat-related abilities alone or by a squad led by a captain. Regarding the background part of Sue, it is a blank.

The old man leaned back into his seat, pondering. Su, who was frozen on the screen, seemed to have a fluid blue gaze, as if he was looking at the old man.

He smiled and clicked on the follow-up application for this article. Wen Jiàn briefly recounts the failure of the latest manhunt, analyzes Sue's abilities and lists several reasons for the action, and in the annex is Lieutenant Luthor's report on the last manhunt, as well as the reports of five dragoons including Justin. In the text, Lieutenant Colonel Julio proposed a new plan for Captain Seruf to replace Lieutenant Luthor in charge of the manhunt. In Lieutenant Colonel Julio's opinion, Luthor's squad was strong enough to suppress Sue lightly. It's just that the search force is still too weak to allow Su to escape, and as for the death of the servant, it was purely accidental. Led by Captain Seryuv, known as the "Eagle Eye", it was enough to capture Sue.

As soon as the old man pressed on the table, the door opened silently, and a tall and fiery young woman entered, whose somewhat exaggerated figure was completely outlined by the uniform of the Dark Dragoon. Her blonde hair was held high above her head, her beautiful face seemed to be frosty, and her eyes were even more murderous.

She came to her desk, bowed slightly, and said, "What do you command?" Such a slight movement made her chest tremble visibly, and it seemed that the Dark Dragoon's uniform was too close to the fit and ignored her actual needs.

At this time, the screen in front of the old man was empty, and only the follow-up application remained.

"This plan made them reconsider."

The female assistant was stunned for a moment, and in order to confirm, she looked at the level logo of the plan again, and some didn't understand why the old man would pay attention to such a document. But she succinctly agreed, and walked out of the old man's office. I have to say that her back is also very attractive.

It was a busy day. Early in the morning, he went to Raikna's funeral, barely before dawn. The stinging rain kept hitting the surface of the umbrella, splashing water patches. Nearly 100 men and women, dressed in black, attended the funeral, watching the once promising young man sleep forever under the granite. The rain with strong radiation fell one after another, and it did not stop until the end of the funeral.

After attending the funeral, Oberyen did not return to the camp, but went to an old and magnificent church, entered through a small door on the side, and entered the confessional area inside the church. Behind a shiny wooden table sat an elderly black-robed priest with a serene expression.

Oberen walked over and sat down at the table. When the priest saw Oberen, he smiled, closed the heavy black-skinned canon in front of him, and waited quietly for Oberen's question.

Oberen's hands were folded, his eyes staring at the table in front of him, and he didn't know how to speak. After a long time, he said slowly: "Father, I have lost a very good brother in this operation, and I have more doubts in my heart, I hope you can answer them for me." ”

The black-robed priest smiled and stretched out his hand, motioning for him to continue.

Oberen struggled to choose the words: "Father, the people who grew up in the wilderness and have always lived there are really not our brothers and sisters?" I went out this time and saw a lot of people struggling to survive, and not all of them had mutations, or only a few of them. The important thing is that they have ideas, and even some of them have ideals. Although this ideal seems ridiculous and completely unrealistic to us, it is still an ideal. The bishop said that those who have ideals have souls. ”

The priest sat up straighter, put his hand on the book of Revelation in front of him, and said kindly: "Oberen, it is not the mutant organization that separates us from them, because the flesh will eventually decay. It is not the soul that separates us from them, because there is a spirit in all things. The real difference is in faith. Because we have faith, we see the world differently, and we think differently. Those who survive in the wilderness, you can call them human beings, because they have similar bodies, minds, and souls. But they are not our brothers and sisters, because they have no faith. And you are the sword in the hand of the Lord, and you can sweep away those who have no faith. ”

Oberen still hesitated, and said, "But ......"

The priest interrupted him, and there was a more solemn simmer in his voice: "Do not doubt that Oberen, your strength comes from your faith, and doubts about the teachings of the Lord will hinder your path. Remember, faith is the only criterion. ”

Oberen looked up, his gaze unwavering again. He thanked the priest and walked out of the church.

Outside the church, a black, vintage sedan was parked and waiting for Oberen. After he got into the car, he thought for a moment before telling him the destination of his trip. The sedan started up and walked away along the smooth, undamaged road.

It was not yet noon when the car stopped in front of the old, heavy seven-story building by the sea. The guards at the gate apparently recognized Oberen, and let him in, although he was nowhere near enough to enter the building in terms of rank alone.

Inside the gate is a magnificent hall, and as soon as you enter the gate, you can see the astonishingly huge copper dragon head on the opposite wall. The dragon's head was several meters high, hideous and terrifying, and the two amber dragon eyes stared coldly at everyone entering and exiting the gate. The creepy thing is that if you look closely, you can see that the light in the dragon's eye actually moves with certain people!

At the end of the hall, a wide staircase rises slowly, then divides into left and right, and coils up to the second floor. There was no elevator in the old building, and Oberen walked up the scarlet carpet to the sixth floor, where he came to a door at the end of the hallway and knocked lightly.

"Come in." A voice came from the room without any emotion. Although intimidatingly cold, the voice itself is imbued with a slightly hoarse magnetism that can drive any male crazy.

Oberen pushed open the heavy and tall door in front of him and stepped into a room that was also full of classical luxury. In front of the wind-milled copper bookshelf that occupies an entire wall, there is a desk with no decoration, but relying on the material and volume to win. At the back of the desk sat a cool woman, with the same gray hair as Oberen's head tugged back, and her flat, dark-rimmed glasses giving her the elegance of an old-time office girl, which was taken to the extreme by her slender white neck and long, intersecting fingers. Her eyes were also dark gray with green glow, almost identical to Oberen's.

However, if you know more about this building, about this land, and about the inside story of this era, and see the silence and solemnity in the depths of her eyes, the intricate dark gold ornaments on her dark black uniform, the dark gold rose branches coiled around her shoulders, and the dark gold shield coat of arms at the neckline, you will know that the beautiful appearance of the wild hidden in her intellect is a complete deception.

Oberen sat down at his desk, not looking afraid of her at all. He didn't speak, but the woman behind the desk spoke like an iceberg of silence first: "What's the matter, my little Oberen, you seem to have a lot on your mind?" Did you just get beaten up by a woman? ”

Oberen couldn't laugh or cry, and some of her depressed mood was shattered on the spot by her words. When the dignity of a man was challenged, he retorted a little angrily: "Nonsense! Which woman can hit me......"

As soon as the words came out, Oberen knew that he had said the wrong thing, and sure enough, the eyes of the woman in front of him began to light up: "There are seven or eight in this building, not counting me." Little Oberen, it looks like I haven't taught you martial arts for almost half a year, so why don't we go to the underground training ground now! ”

Oberen couldn't cry or laugh, and said helplessly: "Sister! Don't call me little Oberen anymore! I'm 18 years old, and I'm already a full member of the Dark Dragoon, and I have my own servants. ”

As soon as he said this, Oberyen immediately knew that he was wrong. Sure enough, the woman on the other side pretended to be surprised and screamed, extremely charming, this sudden change from icy water was deeply lethal to a male. Without giving Oberyen a chance to interject, she immediately said, "Oh! I almost forgot, so you're already a Dark Dragoon. Perhaps I should use my power a little and transfer you to my side as my personal bodyguard! ”

Oberen's good-looking face turned pale, and he knew that his sister was a figure who could do anything. If one doesn't handle it well, it's really possible to be transferred to her side as a guard. And his current boss doesn't look like a person who is brave enough to disobey his sister's orders.

Seeing that Oberen was a little afraid to speak anymore, the woman leaned back proudly in the high-backed chair, put a pair of amazingly long legs on the desk, and said, "It's a little strange that you usually try your best to avoid me, but today you took the initiative to meet me." Did you change your mind and want to be an arbitrator in the courtroom? If I need to recommend it, even if the opening is good. Such a trivial matter, Medirri's little madman would not refuse me. ”

Hearing the name Medirri, Oberen was silent for a full minute before he said, "I still want to develop in the Dark Dragoon." ”

"Aha!" The woman laughed insolently for a long time before she said, "Ambition!" It's like my Persephone's brother! Of course, that doesn't mean I think your fantasy will come true one day. Well, since that's not the case, what else is so important that you can come here to meet me? ”

Oberen knew that the appearance in front of him was the true face of his sister whose name came from the Queen of the Underworld, all those gentle, dignified, elegant and quiet, all pretended to be shown to others.

Although sitting in Persephone's office, Oberen's eyes suddenly flashed Raikna's trembling and pale hands, and the bullet that grazed his chest and the fire in the deep and winding underground passage! Behind the flames, Sue was like a demon floating from hell, and there was a chilling tranquility in her blue left eye.

"When I was on this mission, Raikna died." Oberen said calmly.

"I know. I've always disliked that Lekona guy, but he's still nice to you. What, do you want to avenge him with your own hands? ”

Oberen shook his head and said, "No, I'm not here for this. I think we have always despised Sue, and we still have been. I have fought Sue face to face, and he is more dangerous than I can imagine, which is not reflected by the ability level on paper. And the consequence of belittling Sue is... Death. Lieutenant Luthor and his squad are limited in their capabilities, and I think there is a good chance that this operation will fail. Sister, I hope you can intervene in this matter and deploy a team that really has an overwhelming advantage. It is worth allocating precious resources to this operation. ”

Persephone looked a little disapproving: "Is it just such a trivial matter, do you need me to skip the command?" ”

"Yes!" Oberen said firmly.

"Okay, okay, I'll take care of this matter myself." Persephone surrendered. However, she then dealt Oberyen another blow: "But my dear little Oberen, it's good to be serious. But it doesn't mean that you have grown up and become a man who can shoulder responsibilities. If you want to become a real man sooner, I can arrange special training for you. ”

Persephone's seductive husky voice sounded to Oberen's voice like the whisper of the devil. He stood up, saluted his sister, and fled.

After Oberion left, Persephone clicked on the display screen, sketched Luthor's name on it with her slender fingers, and then picked out the text of the follow-up application from a pile of papers, glanced at it hastily, wrote a "veto" directly on it, signed her name, and played the text to her adjutant.

In the to-do list of the display, there is a long column of articles, and Persephone does not take the persistence of the big boy in her heart seriously.

A few minutes later, the fiery female assistant walked into the old man's office on the seventh floor, put a freshly printed copy of the text on the desk, and said with her characteristic simplicity: "I didn't finish what you ordered." Because this plan has just been vetoed by the next level. ”

The old man opened the text and looked at the signature on it, a little surprised: "Persephone? ”

"Yes."

The old man looked with interest at the delicate and smooth signature on the text. Her handwriting is just as deceptive as her appearance.

Bang, the old man threw Wen Jiàn into the waste cardboard box, then waved his hand, and the female assistant quietly exited the office.