This is a nameless town in the border area of the Chil Kingdom. At around two o'clock in the morning, the town without streetlights was completely shrouded in night, and the faint cold light of the stars in the sky only made it look more like a lifeless ruin.
At the edge of the town, among the connected buildings, the breeze blows the curtains, and only occasionally can you see a little bit of white light from the lime lamp. Outside the building is a low orchard, attached to a large arched earth bag.
Above. A few figures were walking around in the orchard without talking. Occasionally they would reach into the shadow of the fruit trees and pick a fruit to eat. It’s just that the taste was much different from what was grown where they lived.
At this time, a dull gunshot broke the silence without a trace of insects, and several black figures immediately hid. They waited until an explanation came from the communicator before relaxing.
"It's Mr. Grant, let's continue to guard the surroundings." Someone whispered in the darkness.
That group of houses is connected to a small warehouse. It's not yet the receiving season, and the place that should have been empty is filled with more than a dozen armored vehicles. In the corner of the warehouse, seven or eight lime lamps illuminate the place brightly. Three
The people were hung from iron chains fixed to the steel beams on the roof. The blood pooled together and flowed from their toes, almost filling the large steel basin placed directly below the three of them that was specially designed to catch blood.
One of them had a bullet hole in his head, and two members were opening the body bag, putting him down, and preparing to take him to the orchard and dispose of him on the spot. The other two were about to lose their breath, and their eyes were still moving slightly, and they seemed to be still alive.
It can last for a while.
"You go on, forget it if you die. Anyway, we don't expect to get anything out of their mouths." A man was wiping the blood on his hands.
"Sir Grant, there is a communication from the main team." The correspondent came to the warehouse from the room and said to the man, "Sir Willard ordered someone to send it here." He waved the communicator in his hand.
Grant had an impatient look on his face. He walked over, and the correspondent quickly ran over and handed over the communicator.
"Sir Grant, Lord Willard said," the other side copied Willard's original words and attached the details of the team led by Trovolo, "I hope you can go to that team as soon as possible."
to collect necessary information."
"Okay, I understand." He said helplessly, but with a tone of joy. Grant turned off the communicator, looked at the people around him, and asked, "Which of your squad leaders is Trovro?"
"Mr. Grant, you are from my team." A man immediately stepped forward and answered.
"Okay, I'll give you half an hour. I want Trovero and all the details of the members who accompanied him on the mission." After speaking, Grant pointed to the two people who were still hanging up, "Together.
Move out and dispose of it, notify everyone, and set off in an hour and a half. By the way, in half an hour, all the captain-level people will come to the lobby and have a small meeting. Osiris, I will need your information later.
For reference, half an hour is no problem, right?"
"I think fifteen minutes is enough." Osiris answered respectfully. Grant nodded with satisfaction. He turned around and threw the communicator to the correspondent, "Help me get through to Lord Willard.
I want to report the matter to him. Please prepare, I will go to the communication machine in five minutes."
With that said, Grant walked towards the room. When he reached the door, he remembered something, turned around, pulled out a small-caliber pistol, and fired several shots at the remaining two people. Then he returned to the resting room with self-satisfaction.
After entering the room, Grant sighed heavily, picked up the wine on the table and drank a few sips, "I really don't know what the tribe is thinking and why they sent Willard here. This time from a group of people.
It was explained from the beginning that I was in charge, but when we set off, he suddenly joined in."
A soft voice sounded from the side, like comfort, "It should be that the upper management of the tribe got some news from the lighting organization. The strength value and personnel configuration of the escort team this time are different, so Willard was asked
Sir, we temporarily joined in as a layer of protection. After all, in addition to the escort team of the Lighting Organization, the enemy also has people from other tribes following us, and they all want to take this opportunity to get some secrets of the Lighting Organization."
"Of course I know. I heard that the escort team of the Lighting Organization is led by a fourth-stage figure. But I don't believe that they will take action. At best, it is the same as the conflict between tribes. They will always stand aside and watch the fun, which is only a little deterrent.
It's just a function." Grant sighed, this time it was supposed to be a mission for him to earn his own merits, but when Willard joins in, the results will change a lot.
In some time, all the medium and large tribes in the Flame Alliance will all participate in the priest ceremony held by the priests. I got some news. I heard that if the ceremony is successful, it will be a sacred event that can bring about huge changes. As the Flame Alliance
The Thunder Wolf Tribe, one of the major tribes in China, will definitely not be absent. The tribe is now preparing for it, and is almost trying its best to find people who meet the conditions.
It is a pity that Grant, who originally had great confidence in himself, failed to make it to that list due to his own absolute accident. His talent, strength, background power, and actual achievements in various tasks and hunting are all there.
It played no role in testing and evaluation. It was just that after seeing many people similar to him end up like this, Grant slowly accepted it.
But it still put a lot of pressure on Grant, coming from all aspects. The recently compressed and reduced resource delivery made Grant feel a little nervous and had to make some changes. Grant knew that when the sacrificial ceremony started and ended, the tribes
There will definitely be internal imbalances and unexpected changes. During this period, if you don't strive for something as much as possible and try to get it later, the price paid at that time may increase exponentially.
"Times may have begun to change, sir." The soft voice thought for a moment before saying carefully.
Grant looked over and said nothing. After a while, he answered and nodded, "With the coming of the Red Star, the sea and the forest have become more lively recently. Maybe you are right, the times have begun to change, we
It’s impossible not to follow.”
Half an hour later, in the spacious hall connecting the rooms, Osiris brought all the detailed information of Trovolo and Belinda, together with the assessments of the mercenaries and bounty hunters who were traveling with them, and the data of those armored vehicles.
, weapon configurations, etc., are all listed.
A map was spread out on several tables that were spliced together, with several red lines zigzagging across the map. One person took out a pen and drew a cross on Tlovro's team route, and waited until dozens of people had finished browsing.
After reading the information, discussion started in the hall.
An hour and a half later, all traces here were cleared. Armored vehicles, covered with the shells of extended limousines, drove out of the warehouse in an orderly manner and set off around four in the morning.