Within the circular valley, faint lights slowly swayed in the town.
The entire town of Brooke is low-lying.
Surrounded by mountains, there is only a narrow entrance for vehicles to enter and exit freely.
There are many dilapidated wooden buildings in the town, standing neatly on both sides of the old-fashioned streets.
There are not many pedestrians on the street.
Most of the street lamps on the side are in disrepair and can only illuminate a few inches below you.
The townspeople greeted each other politely, and smoke was already rising from countless chimneys.
The entire town of Brookel seemed very peaceful and peaceful.
From the outside.
This place doesn't look like the home of extremists at all, and there are no traces of so-called veterans.
A tall black church stands in the center of the town.
Surrounded by lush green vegetation and flower beds, a dilapidated old well has long since dried up. Looking out into the darkness, it seems like a bottomless abyss with no end in sight.
Inside the church.
The lights are dim and there is silence.
Old wooden benches with peeling paint are arranged in an orderly manner, and lifelike statues of gods stand in front of the colorful windows on the ceiling.
Whenever the breeze blows, the light and shadow sway, giving people a dream-like illusion.
In the empty hall.
A slightly lonely figure sat alone on the bench.
Comes with matching black gloves.
The man closed his eyes tightly and clasped his hands together religiously.
On his sharp-edged face, a ferocious scar penetrated directly, adding a bit of heavy evil aura to him.
Click...
The church door opened in response.
Wearing the traditional white priest costume of the Empire where the sun never sets.
Another strange figure walked into the hall quietly like a ghost.
"Haha, interesting..."
He covered his mouth and nose in disgust.
The priest in front of him had fair skin, almost no color at all.
I saw him looking at the dilapidated church, with an arrogant and feminine smile on his lips.
"Who would have thought that the former commander of the Ocean Federation CA special service team, the skull-cutting machine known as the killing machine, would actually be a devout believer in God..."
Startled slightly.
Logan Smith immediately opened his eyes and slowly lowered his clasped hands.
"Is it weird?"
Sitting there calmly.
Logan narrowed his eyes, squinting warily at the priest behind him, and sneered in a deep voice: "As a priest, don't you occasionally need to worship the gods in the Empire where the sun never sets?"
"That...that's different!" The priest immediately wanted to retort.
"Essentially, there is no difference at all."
The corners of his mouth raised slightly.
Logan looked up at the statues of gods on the wall and murmured to himself: "The reason why humans choose to believe in gods is because we are always full of curiosity and fear about the unknown..."
"It is always easier to obey and worship than to explore and resist."
He stood up and patted his sleeves.
Logan looked back at the priest in front of him and said bluntly: "Although strictly speaking, you are no longer pure human beings, but you guys can't give up that kind of blind pursuit of strength.
....”
His body couldn't help but tremble.
The priest in front of him gritted his teeth, and a strong murderous intention immediately appeared in his brows.
"Don't look at me like that..."
Picking up a straw indifferently.
Logan drooped his eyelids and looked at the other party coldly.
"In terms of strength, you bastards from the Empire on which the sun never sets may not be my opponents even if we come together. What's more, I have an agreement with your master. We are in a cooperative relationship. If you are happy, you can continue. If you are not happy, you can continue."
We can break up at any time..."
The priest in front of him was slightly startled.
The clenched fists finally slowly loosened and he lowered his head involuntarily.
"That's right. Only by talking well can we work together well. Remember, we don't owe each other anything, we are just using each other..."
He reached out and patted the priest on the shoulder.
Logan smiled coldly, raised his eyebrows and said, "Am I right, Mr. Saito Issai?"
"you're right!"
As one of Nakayama Yoshichi's most capable subordinates.
Saito Issai was very aware of Logan's role in the Zhongshan Group. After weighing the pros and cons, he finally chose to compromise.
The two were silent and looked at each other for a long time.
Both sides dislike each other, and the smell of gunpowder in the air has become extremely strong.
Even so, the two did not continue to confront each other.
Just like Rogan said.
Both parties had no choice but to temporarily cooperate.
Only by exerting restraint on each other's emotions can we ensure that cooperation can continue.
A bang~~~
The church door was violently knocked open again!
A bearded veteran also wearing camouflage uniform burst into the hall.
"Colonel, there's a situation!"
He gave a military salute respectfully.
The bearded man in front of him immediately reported: "The secret sentry outside the valley completely lost contact with us half an hour ago. It must have been removed!"
Slowly close your eyes.
Logan stood with his hands behind his hands and walked towards the door of the church, facing the night and looking towards the only entrance and exit of the town.
"Arrange manpower and try to launch an ambush against the enemy outside the town..."
There was a pause.
Logan thought for a while and continued to order: "Prepare the flying vehicle. This town is no longer safe. Blanche must be moved to a safe place..."
Slightly startled.
The bearded man was obviously a little shocked, but out of trust in Logan, he still gave a straight military salute.
"Yes, Colonel!"
"Also, don't forget..."
Take a long sigh.
Logan emphasized: "When evacuating, we must give priority to our brothers' families and children to board the plane. Do you understand?"
"yes--"
He put his legs together and returned the standard salute.
The bearded man no longer hesitated.
He turned around and ran towards the depths of the town, and began to make arrangements to carry out the orders in an orderly manner.
"Alan, are you finally here..."
Slowly take off your black gloves.
The arms in front of him were clearly assembled from cold machinery.
The dark metallic luster blooms with a breathtaking light under the dim light.
I moved the joints of the robotic arm.
Narrowing his eyes slightly.
Logan murmured to himself eagerly: "I didn't expect that one day we would actually meet each other in war. This result is really frustrating..."
...
at the same moment.
Deep in the forest one kilometer away from Brooke Town.
The "" six-man group headed by Allen had already broken through the hidden defense line placed by Logan on the outside of the town.
In dense forest.
Dozens of cold corpses lay quietly beside the cut-off tree stumps.
Sun Xiaolong held two daggers in his hands, and the blood stains on his lips were still vivid in his mind.
"Why not keep him alive?" Kiyumi asked innocently.
"There's no need..."
Allen shook his head and looked towards the distant town where the smoke was lingering.
"We already know what we should know, and I have no interest in knowing what we shouldn't know."
Looking at the corpses on the ground, Xue Yun's shock was self-evident.
Cold-blooded and ruthless, decisive in killing!
This is the purpose of the Alliance Association.
They are just weapons for killing people. They never ask why they kill people. They are so naked that they don't even have any cover.