(The plot of "The Endless Fafjnir of the Emperor" has officially begun!) ）

One day in June, on the northern island of Luzon, in the northern Philippines, in the depths of the rainforest, forty kilometers west of the city of Vigan, there is a vast clearing where you can see an abandoned city.

The scorching sun shone on the bullet-riddled dilapidated buildings.

The desolate streets, the end of the view, the sun swaying, a desolate and illusory scene.

This is a simulated training ground for street fighting, although it is just a simulated training ground built haphazardly, like a movie shooting site, but it does not look like a city in this world.

Da Da Da ...... Gunfire rang out one after another, and gunsmoke filled every corner.

The occasional roaring explosion indicates the sound of a grenade battle or the triggering of a mine.

"Don't think it's a joke! You have to deal a hard blow to the enemy! Kill with one hit! ”

A lieutenant colonel yelled angrily at a group of training recruits, and the rain of bullets could not hide the loud and scathing voice.

"Don't be so slow! Run as fast as a hound! Imagine what it feels like to pounce on an enemy and tear their throats!! ”

The trainees, who were being trained, were all nervous, with no tiredness on their faces, and the bullets fired at them by the instructors were scurrying under their feet, but they did not show any fear, and even if the grenade landed at their feet, they were able to step over without hesitation, and carry out the task with agility and neatness.

"Kill, kill, kill! Anyone you can see alive is your enemy! Even if they are children, they are not allowed to show mercy to my subordinates! The enemies you will face are worse than these gentle pineapples! ”

The doors and windows of the buildings, and the alleys between them were filled with old humanoid targets, bullets flying around, sharp cracking metal scrapings, and suddenly there was a loud sound of grenade explosions in one room.

Eventually, the gunfire died down, replaced by the grim sound of radio reports of 'target clearance' from all over the place.

The lieutenant colonel held a submachine gun in his right hand. Holding a stopwatch in his left hand, after the last gunshot was over, he stared intently at the stopwatch in his hand.

"Target clear!"

The report sounded, and the lieutenant colonel quickly pressed the stopwatch with his thumb.

"Humph! Fair. ”

Glancing at the numbers on the stopwatch, the lieutenant colonel snorted contemptuously.

"All assembled!"

The adjutant captain at his side began to give orders. The recruits ran out of all directions of the training ground, lined up in front of the lieutenant colonel, about fifteen recruits, each dressed in gray-toned urban camouflage combat uniforms. There are people of all nationalities, and twenty percent of the recruits are women.

"So—"

The lieutenant colonel cleared his throat and began to lecture the recruits in front of him.

"It's been almost a month since I trained, and to be honest, when I saw you on the first day, I thought that what was standing in front of me was just a bunch of moving humanoid targets, to put it more ugly, a bunch of rubbish who weren't even qualified to be cannon fodder! Dregs! But now it doesn't seem to be the case, although a few scum have died since training and today, and a few hapless people who tried to escape but were bitten to death by snakes, but- forget it. It's none of your business, all in all you're getting more and more terrorist, but don't let that make you complacent......"

The speeches made by the lieutenant colonel at the end of the day are always very long, perhaps to vent the anger of being scolded by the instructors in the past, and to say nothing more than how immature the recruits are still and how they do not understand weapons and equipment, or how difficult it is to fight with the intelligence services of various countries.

"Do you understand everything? Your hatred is not deep enough! Be full of hatred at all times. Hate me, hate all the qiē in this world. If you can do that, then all the corrupt soldiers and police officers around the world will be trampled under your feet, and that's it. ”

Probably because his throat was a little dry, the lieutenant colonel finally ended his speech, but the adjutant on the side whispered in his ear as if he remembered something: "There are some things that you seem to have forgotten to say." ”

"Huh? Oh, those. Tsk, I'm only in charge of training, and you can do all the annoying 'thought work'. The lieutenant colonel waved his hand, then ignored the embarrassed adjutant and shouted to the recruits: "Do you have any questions?" ”

There was a brief silence. One of them raised his hand.

"Report."

"Say!"

"Just now you said that after graduating from here, the combat strength will surpass that of the special forces of various countries, but what if the enemy we have to face is neither special forces nor soldiers of various countries, but other organizations?"

"Huh? What do you mean? ”

"I mean, they belong to the military organization [Nifur] under the international agency [Asgar], which is said to have the most advanced military technology in the world, and so far they have sabotaged many of our operational plans, and many of our compatriots have either been killed in battle or arrested."

The recruit's blunt words made the lieutenant colonel frown.

"Nifol...... Well, I'll admit that they're a little tougher than those 'hounds' (special forces), but only a little. You must understand that they are always just waste, and you will become the elite of the [Children of Musheim] in the future, and you will eventually lose to your tenacious will to fight, if you don't understand, put your gun on your back and run me around the training ground ten times! ”

"I'm sorry, sir!"

The recruits have a loud voice.

"Who has any doubts now?"

The lieutenant colonel seemed dissatisfied with the new recruit's expression of enemy ambition, and his tone was full of impatience.

"Report."

Another hand was raised, and it was a white-haired boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Say."

"Do the special forces of various countries that the commander previously despised include SAS (S.A.S. Special Air Service), (British) Special Air Service Regiment, (British) Army Special Forces)?"

“SAS…… Why do you mention that old antique, well, I admit that the unit had two brushes, but by now, they are outdated. The lieutenant colonel sneered, SAS is powerful but has always been crushed by Alpha and Delta, and he was born in Alpha.

"I see." The white-haired boy didn't seem surprised at all, as if he agreed with the lieutenant colonel's remarks.

As soon as the words fell, the shots rang out.

The lieutenant colonel's military uniform on the left chest was rendered a blinding red, and there was no chance of surviving a shot through the heart.

With a hideous face and an expression of disbelief, he fell down with a bang.

The adjutant was stupid, and so were the recruits.

The soldiers who were in charge of supervision and vigilance around were also stupid.

No one would have thought that would happen.

The entire exercise ground was suddenly eerily quiet.

Everyone looked at the pistol that suddenly appeared in the white-haired boy's hand.

The white-haired young man's eyes moved slightly, and his free hand quickly took out a smoke bomb and threw it at his feet, shouting at the same time: "Be careful with grenades!" ”

This sentence is like a stone thrown into a pool, muddying a pool of water.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the white-haired boy nimbly shuttled through the rain of bullets while fleeing towards the depths of the abandoned city, holding a button-sized contact in his hand, and his voice was unhurried, as if he didn't care about danger at all.

"The first task, tell me the location of things."

"Squeak...... This is the Temporary Operational Command Headquarters, and Sergeant Ziggy is requested to immediately go to the second floor of the department store at the fork in the road 200 meters at one o'clock to receive the equipment, and then cooperate with the tactical team to uproot the outposts on the outskirts of the camp, and if the commander of the terrorists is encountered on the way, the decapitation operation will be carried out first. Good luck, Who.dares.wins. ”

"Understood." The white-haired young man turned around and pulled the trigger, and two gunshots rang out in a row, only to see that two of the soldiers who had caught up fell down, and the others were so frightened by the marksmanship of this hand that he opened a moving headshot fifty meters away and did not dare to rush forward for a while.

Seeing that the blockade was effective, the white-haired young man immediately entered the second floor of the department store, which was full of freshly concreted steel bars, and there was no decoration, and he soon found the box that he had been thinking about.

"Tsk, I'm not afraid of being beaten down."

He glanced up at the ceiling with more holes, and it was clear that the boxes had been dropped.

If it hadn't caused chaos on the exercise ground and an attack from the outside at the same time, the poor unmanned remote control plane would have suffered.

"But forget it, chased me for a long time, now it's my turn."

The white-haired boy opened the box, and what he saw was parts of a sniper rifle, a body armor, a pistol, ten magazines, a smoke grenade, a flashbang grenade, and a grenade.

Touching the barrel of his beloved L96A1 sniper rifle, conveying a cold feel, the young man's heart was on fire.

"Let me teach you how to fight in the SAS, by the way, I love war."

The white-haired boy's ears moved, and he sneered and threw the grenade into the corridor.

The group thought that he only had a pistol with a low ammunition load, and that it was time for him to suffer. (To be continued......)