"Are you crazy?!Did you put the 'Man-Wolf Army' into Lüdes to kill everyone in this city?!!!

The spider's hoarse roar nearly toppled the underground track, and Minerva shrank as she surprised the spider and screamed, as well as by the spider's undisguised fear.

No artificiality, no disguise, pure just fear.

"What the hell is the ...... of the human wolf troops"

"The guards can be considered crazy people, ah, no! The guards are all crazy!"

With a vicious spit, the spider stroked her messy hairstyle, adjusted her mood and said in as gentle a tone as possible:

"The so-called human wolf force is actually a suppression force subordinate to the pro-guard force. ”

Terrorism, major and vicious cases, internal separatist forces, foreign spy infiltration, anti-government forces, secrecy and espionage, security of important people and facilities – in order to deal with all forms of threats, countries have established special forces to deal with them. Some are subordinate to the Department of Internal Affairs, such as the police, some are subordinate to the military, intelligence, and even to the Treasury Department (after Commander Kennedy's flag was shot in the head by a neurotic gunman, the Secret Service was established to protect the security of the US imperialist commanders, and later transferred to the Department of Homeland Security). In addition, at the beginning of the establishment of the Secret Service of the U.S. Treasury, agents were used to arrest counterfeit money makers, tax evasion and tax evasion, and there was even a dedicated prison at that time...... Well, the German SS had concentration camps, the Soviet Internal Affairs Committee had the gulags, and the IRS had its own prisons for non-paying nationals — even if the guy was only ten dollars in tax arrears. Very good, nothing wrong).

The Pro-Guard is also nominally such an internal affairs force, which specializes in responding to all kinds of violent conflicts and major emergencies in the country, and ensuring social security and order in the country. In terms of the scope of the mission, although they occasionally reach out abroad, there is not much difference between the Guards and their counterparts in other countries.

If there is a difference, it must be a huge difference in style.

"The combat units of the Pro-Guard are more inclined to create intelligence than to solve problems and suppress targets. ”

"Fabricating intelligence?"

The topic seemed to be going in the wrong direction, and Minerva couldn't help but be stunned.

Internal Affairs Forces with a special task of suppression;

manufacturing intelligence;

How do the two come together?

"What do you think is the quickest and easiest way to stabilize order?"

The spider didn't answer the question directly, and his eyes were focused on the front.

"Violence. ”

Without any hesitation, Minerva's eyelids jumped as a reflexive answer came out.

"Do you mean ......?"

"Instead of preventing the situation before it happens, it is deliberately waiting for the incident to happen, and in full view of the public, with a super-tough and ultra-brutal style, the intelligence of the 'fear of state violence' is deeply imprinted into the minds of the public - the army that uses fear to deter all potential criminals and rebels who are not crazy enough, this is the pro-guard. And among them, the most proficient in this, or the most cruel and tough, is the human wolf army. When I was also working for the Stacy Service, I worked with them on a hostage crisis when a dozen human laborers took over the assembly shop of a military factory and took hostages, including several human overseers and an elven accountant. My mission is to use spider silk to provide information such as personnel location, deployment, and dialogue, and it is the human wolf force that is responsible for breaking through and suppressing the operation. The whole incident lasted a total of 5 hours, and the time for the battle was only 5 minutes, and there were zero hostages rescued—"

"Do you mean ......?"

Minerva gently covered her trembling lips.

With such a short time to fight and the complete destruction of the hostages, there is only one reason for this outcome.

“...... Those guys have killed all the hostages, no, the first thing they shot was the hostages they used as meat shields. First machine-gun fire, then grenades, and finally flamethrowers to sweep all possible hiding. So if there are still hostages alive, I really want to see what he looks like. ”

The spider's forehead was oozing with sweat, and in this slightly cool underground passage, it was not because of the temperature and humidity that it sweated so much.

Looking back on it now, I still feel like it was hell.

Hostages on fire and rolling and wailing on the floor, hijackers and hostages stacked on top of each other as if hugging, covered in bullet holes, hijackers who had half of their heads chopped off by an axe and staggered a few steps before falling to the ground, members of the ......Guard, who shot into the air with general-purpose machine guns and stepped on the charred corpses curled up in a ball, jumping and screaming, shouting "Listen, the people inside! The hostages have been killed by us! Wash their necks and die!!"

Even agents accustomed to killing would be disgusted by it, and there is no other adjective for it than hell.

"Anyone who tries to challenge the authority of the state will let out the wolf that will tear everyone to pieces - this is the fundamental reason for the existence of the human-wolf force. The kind of troops set up to create an atmosphere of terror do not know anything serious, and if they stand in their way, they will kill them all. On the other side are a group of fanatics who are no less insane than them, and who will not hesitate to turn themselves into human bombers for the sake of their teachings and the orders of the Holy Maiden. What do you think will happen when these two crazy gangs collide?"

“......”

There is no doubt that it will be a hell of brutality, madness, and blood, like a witch's boiling pot, from which all evil things will be stirred.

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The sound of wading through the water echoed, people were running, wolves were galloping.

the white battle flag of the Holy Church;

the pitch-black uniforms of the Guards;

Distinct black and white interspersed in the sewers, and crimson blood covered the black and white little by little.

It's not a fight, it's not a killing, it's just a carnival of war ghosts, fanatics, and death, where everyone is a musical instrument, every soldier is a player, wailing, shattering, begging for mercy, blood splattering, and angry scolding are intertwined into a waltz in the Shura field. Dignity and reason were trampled into the rain gutter mixed with blood, internal organs, brains, and sludge by the dancers' wild dance steps, no one cared about it, the idea of how to kill their opponents completely occupied their brains, their bodies were full of killing intent and adrenaline, even fatigue and pain could not stumble their dance steps, and everyone gambled their lives until they fell and became part of the stage background......

If you were a literati or an artist, you would definitely have beautified the scene into such a violent aesthetic of madness and elegance.

However, just as there is no nobler battlefield than hell, so is the so-called graceful killing, the battle between knights who gambled their lives for the sake of noble faith. At least it won't exist in the Lüders sewers at this moment.

There is no battle between the rabid dog and the hungry wolf, either you die or I die, or else we will die together, and nothing else.

Whoever has sharper teeth, sharper claws, who can bite the other's throat faster, will survive - it's such a simple rule, such a simple thing.

The axe, which had just chopped off the palm of one hand, was raised again, and that hand was only a few centimeters away from hooking the tab of the explosive bag on his chest, and at that time, thousands of steel balls, iron nails, screws, nuts, and even old gears from discarded clocks and watches would scatter like a storm, blowing up the priest in the explosive bag and the enemy in the strange armor in front of him into a puddle of rotten flesh that no one recognized.

The priest who had lost one hand endured the severe pain that almost passed out, and his severed right hand spilled blood into the enemy's face, and his left hand, which was infused with all his strength, held the dagger, and stabbed it at the enemy's throat in the blood-colored mist—

Once again, he missed out on success by a narrow margin.

At the moment when he retracted his left hand slightly in order to maximize the power of the stabbing blow, the blood-red axe had already swung down, smashed the shoulder blade and collarbone, split the ribs and ribs all the way, and finally split the liver and kidney in two and rushed out of the body. The dagger, which had lost its strength halfway through, hung limply after leaving only a scratch on its mask, sinking into the black ditch along with the vulture's hideous face.

The soldier who had eliminated the priest did not look at the corpse again, did not stop for a moment, and quickly ran to the next prey. Not far away, with a sound similar to a logging chainsaw or a high-speed sewing machine, figures in vestments twitched, spasmed, and then shredded little by little in the rain of bullets.

Tearing flesh apart, cracking bones, cauterizing internal organs, and crushing the brain marrow – even then, the killing doesn't stop.

That can be said to be an abuse of violence, or it can be said to be unnecessarily stubborn.

Constant shooting, constant strafing, the tortured person is not even allowed to fall, like a puppet with a string, and the tattered flesh dances comically under the storm of bullets.

After a full minute, the strafing stopped, and the soldier with the general-purpose machine gun stepped back as he pulled a new chain from the cartridge box behind his back, opened the bolt cover, and reloaded. At the same time, soldiers with flamethrowers stepped forward, and fire dragons pounced on the corpses that were floating and sinking on the water.

There is no mercy. There is no sympathy.

No matter which side we are on or off, there is no such luxury as "morality" that normal people have.

The human wolf army is also good.

Church purges.

Both sides are beasts with two legs, as the spider said, and how can the battle between beasts be "moral".

“...... Understand that the mission here is over, and it will move on to the next stage immediately...... No, the subordinates understand and immediately execute it. ”

Turning off the commander's communication line and switching to company communication, the deep voice of Captain Barbrand, the commander of the first company, immediately sounded in the ears of the commanders on the spot.

"All units quickly end the task of sweeping up the remnants of the enemy, and according to the 'Betty' plan, quickly move to the G6 block!"

"Yes, sir!"

Answering neatly, the soldiers wearing specialized MDS quickly began to move, accompanied by the sound of footsteps and splashes, the dark red infrared night vision devices left blood-colored streamers in the dim sewers, looking like a group of hungry wolves with red eyes, running with all their might to chase the next prey.