Grosted asked Curt and his team to go to the meeting place at a certain distance from where they were at that time. When they arrived at the scheduled position, Grosted and others had already gathered here, and some were relatively far away on the way.

This is a narrow valley sandwiched among the hills, only about ten minutes away from the road. A mountain stream flows down from the steep cliff above, hitting a small pool of clear water several feet square and bottom, and then slowly flows along the mountain to the small river ditch in the distance.

The attacked search team was part of the Gunners. A small team of five people had some lottery on them. Fortunately, no one lost their lives. Two members who were seriously injured had been transported to the vehicle by the subsequent guards, waiting to be taken to the hospital in the city for treatment.

Through the hazy moonlight, Grosted stood near the deepest puddle and directed the guards to investigate. They were each busy with the work at hand. Occasionally, they found unusual things and just lowered their voices to ask the person in charge and continued to work, without saying a word.

After walking down the road, Beat and his men were called away by the police officer who rushed over, leaving only Curt walking toward Grosted alone. Along the way, you can see the battle traces left by the team when they were attacked, and the chaos of the battle scene at that time can be seen.

Artemisia grass taller than humans was swept down from its roots, and several fresh blood marks were stained on the deepest grass poles. A large piece of stone next to the ditch was smashed by huge force, and the traces engraved on the gravel were intermittently spliced ​​into patterns like spiders, and spots of dark red marks fell on the center of the "spider web".

Several newly dug deep pits were half a person tall, and the digging soil and rocks were scattered in the grass not far away. They looked like they were dug up and then smashed hard to those places. These poorly solidified sand and gravel were difficult to maintain the structure, and they lost their accuracy before hitting the target.

The scene was orderly, and you could vaguely smell a scent of the nose floating in the air, which was the unique smell of the nuclear stone filled in the magic bullet burst. Curt soon noticed the source of this feeling - two broken mechanic guns were placed flat on the boxes beside several guards.

These mechanic guns are standard weapons equipped by the members of the rifle team. Excellent guns can exert excellent combat capabilities under various circumstances. But now they are all destroyed by the enemy with brute force. Even the weapons are like this, you can imagine what fate their owners have suffered.

Arthur Dowen, the head of the Spears, has now summoned more than a dozen team members who are not working under his command and led them to patrol nearby. Seeing his dark face and murderous look, he seemed to catch the monster that attacked their companions and tear them to pieces.

The tall giant man walked around with a new mechanic gun. Even Asquith, who had always been unable to close with them, did not dare to conflict with him. He had to take his assistant among the security officers and investigate the residues found in the scene with them.

Banks is not here, he and his guards are still in charge of the security mission at the headquarters. On this day, they are working hard to prevent the news from leaking, and at the same time drive away those who are trying to find out the situation. Thanks to their efforts, the group of disturbing reporters who are as disturbing as flies did not come.

Curt walked to Grosted, with a gloomy face, and spoke, "Grosted..."

Seeing him coming, several police officers in heavy protective suits standing beside him were reporting to him. The police officers were tired and looked bad. Seeing Curt coming forward, the person who was reporting to Grosted immediately closed his mouth and stood aside.

These security officers are as unhappy as Grosted. It seems that when they are busy investigating this matter, they also have to be busy with other confidential matters.

"Lynster, you're back." Grosted a smile on his stiff face, but unfortunately it made his bad face look even more ugly.

Curt had no interest in the so-called secrets and did not intend to pay attention to tasks that had nothing to do with him. He ignored the security officer standing next to him and only whispered to Grosted: "I have heard about the attack on the search team. Can you tell me the current situation?"

"As you can see, the situation is not very optimistic now, we are still investigating. A few young men in the gunsling team were seriously injured, but Dao Wen took his men to chase him in anger."

Grosted spread his hands helplessly.

"As for what happened at that time..." He turned to greet a guard officer standing beside him, "Close, go call that guy over and let him talk to Leinster again."

The security officer named Close nodded silently and quickly completed Grosted's instructions. The young man he brought seemed a few years younger than Curt, and was the least injured in the previous encounter. Two bandages were wrapped around his head, and some blood was still seeping out of it.

He looked at Grosted, his eyes seemingly dodged: "Security Officer, what else do you want to ask me to come? I have already explained everything that happened before..."

Grosted waved his hand and signaled the guards standing around to leave here, before saying to the young man to whom the Spears, "It's not very important. This is Mr. Ryanster, the representative of the Mercenary Management Office. He wants to hear you tell you about the specific situation of your team's target."

The young man looked at Curt with his eyes not very friendly: "Representative of the Mercenary Management Office?"

As a civilian organization that provides "military power" to the government, the pirates have a wide range of business - they claim to be able to provide military power from chefs to guards to battlefields. Due to the overlap of functions, they are not very friendly to talent dispatch agencies and mercenary management offices.

"Ahem, this is the thing..."

However, he did not show his malice. After clearing his throat, he began to tell his previous experience. The members of their team were all newcomers who had just joined for a short time and had not had a lot of practical experience, so Arthur Dowen arranged a mission to patrol around the road.

This was originally a very simple job and a rather boring task. From the morning, they and their group patroled around the road. They almost never met anyone except for the regular cars passing by. The occasionally reporters came over just wanted to get information out of their mouths.

"It's probably because we thought this work could be over easily, so we all relaxed." It was obviously something that happened not long ago, but he was telling it in a nostalgic tone, "Just when we were about to return to our report, he suddenly came out..."

"Wait, you just said 'his'...Is that monster human-shaped?"

Curt noticed that the word he used to describe monsters did not refer to the "it" of creatures, but to refer to the "he" of characters, and suddenly felt a little confused.

The team member who was asked showed a look of dismay on his face, and he murmured: "No, how do you say it... In fact, our team member did not understand the actual form of that guy, or what, or what. The information I was told before said it was a monster, so we were careless when we contacted him."

He continued, the thing they met was not originally like Curt and the driver described, a "monster" with a layer of black fur and obviously overly strong forelimbs. Instead, a tall man wearing a long blue raincoat and no obvious body shape was seen.

"Look, that's the location." The young man pointed to a shallow beside the small pool. "I had nothing before, but I saw 'he' appear in a flash. There was an open rock field around it, and there was no hiding place for him to run out at once and we would not be discovered."

Under the dim twilight, a "man" in a blue raincoat suddenly appeared in front of the members of the gunmen. This strange guy stood calmly in a corner of the pool like he came out of the shadow of the rocks, only a few steps away from the last stop.

"His face was covered in his raincoat hood. It was too dark and I couldn't see clearly his appearance. But I may never forget the rotten smell on him in my life."

I almost suffocated! He said angrily.

The strange man suddenly appeared and stunned for a moment, watching the head wrapped in the blue hood instantly enlarge in his field of vision. Then a burst of impact hit his face, and in an instant, only sparks exploded in the darkness were left in front of him - he was knocked down.

In the hazy, he could still hear the sound of the team members fighting with him. In his blurry eyes, a team member vaguely saw a fighting knife at his waist stabbing the enemy who was actively sent to him. Unexpectedly, two huge "arms" were stretched out from the torn raincoat and swept him into the wormwood bushes not far away.

When he came to his senses, he realized that he was beaten to the ground and a severe pain came from his forehead. A hot stream flowed into his mouth along the outline of his face. The smell of fishy and sweet rust remained on his tongue. This feeling was very familiar to him, and it was the smell that remained after the blood dried up.

He tried hard to recall, his eyes seemingly unpredictable: "The next thing is unclear. When I replied, the members of the guard team had arrived. They said that my head was hit and I fell into a moment of unconsciousness."

The helmet worn on his head saved his life. If it weren't for the impact of this layer of armor, his head might have ended up with the gravels around him. The other members of the team would not be as lucky as him. The lightest one had three bones broken and all were sent to the hospital.

"You still..."

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Curtben wanted to ask him about some details, but was interrupted by a roar from afar.

"Second Class Grosted!" A guard officer shouted and ran over here, "The search team of Arthur Dowen's gunmen under the jurisdiction of the sergeant encountered a target! Now in combat!"
Chapter completed!