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"The organization's regional liaison chief has explained the situation to me. You are not suitable for entering or leaving busy places in a short period of time." Nomosa motioned for several people to sit down and nodded to show that he knew the general situation. "Everyone here is People within the organization don’t have so many worries about what they say. Originally, this was the news I wanted to tell you.”

"This internal war about the Kingdom of Chir must be won, because there are things the organization needs in the area controlled by the rebel forces. The time limit given above is three months, and I hope everyone can give more help." Nomosa read To Charlotte, "Mr. Charlotte, you are originally a senior officer in the Kingdom of Poland, in charge of tens of thousands of troops. After the war begins, I hope you can help me as much as possible."

"That's right. The organization asked me to come to you for this reason." Charlotte waved his hand and politely explained that this was within his responsibilities and what he should have done as a member of the organization.

The simple discussion and exchange of information ended in half an hour. Charlotte and another man of roughly the same age returned to the residence he prepared in Nomosa. It was a two-story building common in such a small country. It was on the edge of the city center and looked very quiet, which was exactly what Charlotte wanted.

"I thought you would be the commander-in-chief of an army. It seems that the organization does not want you to be noticed and seen by too many people." Another man said, without any emotion in his words, every sentence was Mechanical declarative sentences.

"We are outsiders, and this is the Kingdom of Chil. Even within the organization, because everyone has different positions, there will still be some differences of opinion between each other, which is normal. The management of weapons and ammunition is considered logistics. It is also very important. To be able to hand over the work to me can be regarded as representing the attitude of the organization." Charlotte placed his luggage at the round table in the living room, sat down and stretched his body. He touched his face, moving very slowly, "I can adapt to anything, but this face. Although I can't see it, I can feel it. It's not a real thing."

"Just get used to it." Another person said, "I don't know what will happen in the future, those two password cards, and the news about Saul."

"There will be no more news. The fact that the organization's investigators didn't say anything shows the situation." Charlotte looked sad, as if familiar things were leaving him one by one, and in the end nothing was left around him. As far as he knew, most of the people who entered the organization together had died at various times.

Another man didn't mean to comfort him at all: "Then will you go find that 'Red Glow'?"

"No." Charlotte replied decisively, "We haven't seen each other for decades. I have forgotten many things and it is useless to look for them. Besides, this is good, at least this small building is quiet."

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"Boom!" The wall made of two layers of bricks cracked without any warning, and a bleeding head passed through the other side of the wall, connected to half of the body, and got stuck in the wall. There was no expression on his face, his neck had been broken due to a huge impact, and his head was now hanging weakly, almost hanging from the body.

Blood was still dripping down the man's head, and the skin on the side of his head had cracked, reflecting a cold light under the light. Where the skull should have been, there was now a layer of metal in its place. On the metal, a fist mark was sunken, and the width of four fingers was clearly traced.

"It doesn't seem to be as special as imagined." In the room, Cassia dragged the body stuck in the wall and threw it in the corner. She looked at his head and then at her red hands and said, "Even if it is a mechanical For modification, you should always use materials much harder than your bones, at least materials that can withstand a few rounds of platinum bullets. Just using a layer of treated ordinary hard metal is a bit too wasteful of the skills of doctors and mechanics. .”

In terms of the nature of the evaluation, Cassia roughly guessed the material of the metal on the man's head based on the feeling of the punch just now. Of course, there is also the auxiliary function of sound penetration. He originally thought that even if these people didn't have a lot of money, they would order high-grade alloy parts that fit them so that they could transform and enhance their strength. After all, high-grade alloys still have great value and are also very expensive. However, the price gap between some alloy materials that tend to be mid-level and high-end is nearly ten times, so they should be able to accept this price. Just being the first priority target at night made him feel that all the things he thought about last night seemed to be in vain.

Lifting the two people lying next to the table in the room, Cassia put them on the chairs. One of them was still moaning in pain because his hands and feet were pulled by the huge force and were dislocated. Cassia picked up the cup on the table, filled it with warm water, drank half of the cup, and poured the remaining half on the face of the other person who was about to lose consciousness.

The pain on his face suddenly deepened. The man relaxed for a minute or two before he opened his eyes and had the ability to think.

",,,,,," The man was speechless, more likely because he didn't know what to say. He looked around and saw that the base was an apartment-like building with many rooms and was beautifully built. But now everything turned into ruins, and the not-so-thick walls were full of cracks and holes smashed by our own people. People are lying everywhere, most of them dead, and the rest are dying if they don't receive timely treatment.

"Where is your captain, Ezekiel? There is no action tonight, he should be here."

"Captain...if the captain were here...you would have been chopped into pieces and fed to our hounds." After waiting for more than ten seconds, the man looked Cassia up and down, and then answered, fiercely smile.

"Hound dogs? You mean the six cute puppies around the residence?" Cassia seemed to have missed the point. "They don't seem to be very fierce. They ran away before they saw me and they haven't come back yet."

"What about your captain? Tell me, and I will consider letting you go. You are not my target after all."

The man pursed his mouth tightly. Cassia stared at him for more than ten seconds, then stretched out her hand to break his neck, and turned to look at another man with cold sweat on his forehead.

"I will consider letting you go. It's just a simple dislocation. Just pull it back and rest, and you can move normally."

"It's a meeting! It's a meeting!" The man's words were unclear. He moved his shoulders and moved the other person's head away. "The employer convened the meeting. When the captain left, he said that a new order had been issued. The employer had I want a bigger move."

"Everyone who's hired is together?"

"Probably, I don't know very well." The man nodded fiercely.

"Do you know where the meeting is?" Cassia said as she took out a simplified map and unfolded it in front of the man. She froze for a moment and then glanced outside the room. "It seems I missed it. If you mention knowing this information, be simple." Too many." After saying that, he put away the map, Cassia stood up, broke the man's neck, turned off the lights in the whole house, and disappeared into the darkness.