Grostide asked Curt to go to the meeting place at a distance from where they were at the time, and by the time they reached their intended location, most of Grostide and the rest of the people had already gathered there, and some were on their way to the area.

It's a narrow valley sandwiched between hills, just about a 10-minute walk from the main road. A mountain stream cascaded down from the steep cliff above, striking a small pool of crystal clear water a few feet square, and then slowly flowing along the mountain into a small ravine in the distance.

The search party that was attacked was part of a squad of gunmen, and a small group of five people had some colors on them, but fortunately no one lost their lives. Two members of the group, who were seriously injured, had been carried to the vehicle by the security officers who arrived later and were waiting to be taken to a hospital in the city for treatment.

Through the hazy moonlight, Grostide stood near the deepest puddle and directed the guards to investigate. They were busy with the work at hand, and occasionally there was something unusual, and they just lowered their voices and asked the person in charge for instructions before continuing to work, without saying a word more.

After descending the road, Byatt and the others were called away by the hurried security officer, leaving Curt alone to walk to where Grostide was. Along the way, you can see the traces of the battle left by the team when they were attacked, and you can see the chaos of the battle scene at that time.

Artemisia grass, taller than a man, was swept down from its roots, and the deepest grass stalks were stained with a few fresh blood stains. A large piece of stone beside the ditch was smashed with great force, and the traces engraved on the gravel were intermittently spliced into a pattern like a spider web, and the dark red traces were scattered in the center of the "spider web".

Several of the newly excavated deep pits were half a man high, and the excavated earth and rocks were still scattered in the grass not far away. It looked like it had been dug up and smashed into those places. These poorly solidified sand and gravel are difficult to maintain their structure and lose their accuracy before they hit the target.

The scene was orderly, and a faint smell wafting from the air was a nasal odor, which was unique to the explosion of the nuclear stone filled in the magic bomb. Curt soon noticed the source of the sensation - two broken mechanic guns lay flat on a box next to several of the security officers.

These Mechanics are standard weapons for the Lancers, and they are capable of wielding excellent combat capabilities in a variety of situations. But now that they were all destroyed by brute force by the enemy, and the weapons were still like this, one can imagine what fate befell their masters.

Arthur Dowyn, the head of the Spearman, has now gathered a dozen or so members of the squad who have no work under his command and led them to patrol the neighborhood. Seeing his dark face and murderous appearance, it was as if he wanted to catch the monster that attacked their companion and break it into pieces.

The tall giant man walked around with a new mechanic's gun in his hand, and even Asquith, who had always been at odds with them, did not dare to rush into conflict with it. He had to stay with his assistant among the security officers and investigate with them the remnants that had been found at the scene.

Banks wasn't here, and he and his security officers were still in charge of the headquarters. On this day, they are all trying to prevent the news from leaking out, and at the same time chase away people who are trying to find out about the situation. Thanks to their efforts, the group of reporters who were as disturbing as flies did not come to the scene.

Curt walked over to the gloomy Grostide and said, "Grostede......"

Seeing him coming, several security officers wearing heavy protective suits standing next to him were reporting to him. The officers were tired and not very good-looking. Seeing Curt come forward, the man who was reporting to Grostide immediately closed his mouth and stood aside.

The officers were as discouraged as Grostede, and it seemed that they were busy with the investigation of the matter at the same time as they were busy with other confidential matters.

"Leinster, you're back. Grosted's stiff face barely drew a smile, but it made his terrible face look even more ugly.

Curt has no interest in so-called secrecy, and he does not intend to pay attention to tasks that have nothing to do with him. He ignored the security officer standing next to him, and only whispered to Grostide: "I have already heard about the attack on the search party, can I tell Sù how I am doing?"

"As you can see, the situation is not very rosy right now, and we are still investigating. Several of the boys in the spearmen were seriously wounded, and in a fit of rage, Dowen led his men in pursuit. ”

Grostide spread his hands helplessly.

"As for the situation at that time......" he turned to one of the security officers standing beside him, "Cross, you go and call the lad over and let him come and talk to Leinster again." ”

The security officer named Cross nodded silently, and quickly completed Grostede's instructions. The young man he had brought with him appeared to be a few years younger than Curt, and had been the least injured in the previous encounter. There were two bandages around his head, and some blood oozed from it.

He looked at Grostide with a somewhat evasive look in his eyes: "Officer, may I ask you to call me for anything else? I have already explained everything about my previous life......

Grostide waved his hand and motioned for the guards standing around to leave the place before he said to the young man who belonged to the spearmen's team, "Not very important, this is Mr. Leinster, the representative of the mercenary administration, and he wants to hear you repeat the specifics of your team's encounter." ”

The young man looked at Curt with an unfriendly look in his eyes: "Representative of the mercenary management office?"

The Gunners, as a civilian organization that provides "military power" to the government, operates in a wide range of fields - from cooks to guards to military forces on the battlefield. Because of the overlap of functions, they are not very friendly to the staffing agency and the mercenary management office.

"Ahem, here's how it ......"

However, he did not show his malice, and cleared his throat and began to tell what had happened before. The members of their team were all newcomers who had only been in the team for a long time, and they did not have a lot of practical experience, so Arthur Dowyn was assigned the task of patrolling around the road.

This would have been a simple job, but it was also a rather tedious task. Since the morning, the group has been patrolling back and forth around the road, barely encountering anyone except for passing regular cars, and the occasional reporter who comes up is just trying to extract information from them.

"It's probably because we thought the job would be over easily, and we all slackened. Obviously it was a recent incident, but he told it in a nostalgic tone, "Just as we were about to return to the headquarters to report, he suddenly came out......"

"Wait, you just said 'him'...... Is that monster humanoid?"

Curt noticed that the word he used to describe the monster was not the "it" of the creature, but the "he" of the character, and immediately became confused.

The questioned team member had a look of embarrassment on his face, and he muttered, "No, how do you say it...... In fact, our team didn't know what that guy or 'something' actually was. The information we were told before was that he was a monster, so we were careless when we approached him. ”

He goes on to say that the thing they encounter is not at first a "monster" with a coat of black fur and a visibly over-strong forelimbs, as Curt and the driver describe. Rather, it was a tall man wearing a long blue raincoat with no obvious size.

"You see, that's the location. The young man pointed to a shoal on the edge of the small pool, "There was nothing before, but in a blink of an eye, 'he' appeared." It was surrounded by an open crag, and there was no hiding place for him to escape from us at once. ”

In the darkening twilight, a "man" wearing a blue raincoat suddenly appeared in front of the members of the spearmen. The strange creature stood calmly in the corner of the waterhole as if he had come out of the shadow of a rock, only a few steps away from the last of his feet.

"His face was covered in the hood of his raincoat, and it was so dark that I couldn't see what he looked like. But I will never forget the rotten smell of him. ”

I almost choked!, he said indignantly.

The sudden appearance of the strange man stunned him for a moment, and he watched as the head wrapped in a blue hood instantly enlarged in his field of vision. Then a blast slammed into his face, leaving him with only sparks exploding in the darkness - he was knocked out.

In the dimness, he could still hear the voices of his teammates fighting him. In his blurred eyes, he vaguely saw a member of the team stabbing the enemy who took the initiative to send him with a fighting knife at his waist, but he didn't expect two huge "arms" to stretch out from the torn raincoat and sweep him into the artemisia grass not far away.

When he came back to his senses and stood up, he realized that he had been beaten to the ground, and a sharp pain came from his forehead, and a stream of heat flowed down the contours of his face into his mouth. The sweet smell of rust remained on his tongue, a sensation familiar to him, a taste that remained after the blood had dried up.

He struggled to recall, his eyes looking uncertain: "The rest is not clear, when I replied, the members of the guard had already arrived, and they said that I had been hit in the head and fell into a coma for a while. ”

The steel helmet on his head saved his life, and if it hadn't been for the armor that cushioned the impact, his head might have ended with the rubble around him. The rest of the team wasn't as lucky as him, and the lightest one had three broken bones and was all taken to the hospital.

"You're still ......"

Bang! Bang!

Curt wanted to ask him for some details, but was interrupted by a distant roar.

"Second Officer Grostide!" a guard officer shouted in this direction, "Arthur Dowyn's Spear Search Squad has hit a target!

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