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墨書 Inktalez
"That's strange. How could this happen without such methods?" someone asked.
"Well, after a battle occurred here, something came to this place. As for what happened, you all know."
After wandering around for a while, no other suspicious clues were found.
Upon returning, they took the Shovel and worked together to fill the pit back in.
Gradually, it grew darker.
Everyone had to spend the night at the Abandoned Farm, not just one night.
Until the mission was completed, it was uncertain how long they would have to stay in this desolate place.
But so far, nothing had happened.
Everything felt like the calm before the storm, living an ordinary life in the midst of it all.
Yet the next moment would never be smooth sailing, just like you never know when a car might hit you while crossing the street.
After resolving the issue of dinner, the next challenge was sleep.
Even though the members of the Suicide Squad were not afraid of death, at the moment when human physiology reached its Ultimate state, it still felt like a headache.
When that moment arrived, perhaps even the greatest crisis could go unnoticed.
To avoid the sudden attacks of that ghostly creature, which could strike like a phantom, it was decided after some discussion to have a small group from the Suicide Squad and a few hunters form a team to take turns on watch.
This was to prevent anyone from acting alone at night, even in the event of unexpected situations.
They would be able to call for help in time and alert their companions nearby.
The researchers had already gone to sleep, while Anis was busy organizing the program.
He estimated he would have to stay up for a while, so he eagerly volunteered to be part of the night shift.
Accompanied by three seasoned veterans and a newly recruited hunter, they prepared for their watch.
Since John was injured and unlikely to participate in this mission, they brought in a younger hunter with more combat experience from among the other hunters.
However, talking with this young hunter named Yasuo was like killing the conversation.
Although Anis could also be quite talkative, he found himself feeling awkward whenever Yasuo spoke.
On the other side, the three members of the Suicide Squad, Old Black included, kept their hands busy with whiskey even while on watch.
They downed high-proof whiskey as if it were plain water, showing no signs of intoxication whatsoever.
Anis found these individuals most troublesome and dreaded it whenever they lit up cigars to smoke.
He casually ignited the heavy alcohol on himself, and the entire Abandoned Farm was filled with the aroma of cooked meat.
Wasn't he just telling Vassal that there were over thirty pieces of meat prepared and cooked with alcohol, while he himself was roasting away?
The smell of smoke and alcohol was stimulating.
Throughout the first half of the night, sleep eluded Anis. His focus on writing code faded, overshadowed by the laughter from the ongoing debates around him.
While the first half of the night passed without incident, it was strange because the previous two Search Teams had gone silent as soon as they entered.
Anis always adjusted his signal to its best state, keeping a military channel on his computer's Virtual Screen active, ready to report any necessary information when needed.
At that moment, the members of the Search Team likely never anticipated how bizarre their opponents could be. They probably had no idea that their lives would end so quickly, only to find themselves with their throats slit.
But this wasn't a rehearsed play; there were no chances for a redo.
At that time, all emergency backup plans had to be discussed clearly and promptly.
Once a crisis emerged, even if it meant sacrificing himself, he had to send out any intelligence he could muster.
Time passed slowly, and those waiting, drinking, and talking began to feel drowsy.
Yet still, there was not a hint of movement.
The infrared sensors, Life Monitor, and Thermal Imaging showed no signs of activity.
At times, one might wonder if there was a malfunction in the equipment, but upon careful inspection, nothing seemed amiss.
The devices were functioning normally; they were brand new, from the components to the assembly.
Every circuit had been meticulously checked and assembled together, making it clear that there could be no quality issues.
It was also possible that this Vassal had not reappeared.
A long time passed, and it was nearing midnight.
At this moment, two other members of the Suicide Squad, known as Old Black, were dozing off from exhaustion.
Everything was too calm; it was hard to believe this place was filled with death and unease.
The Search Team members must not have wanted to return to work, fabricating a terrifying and absurd excuse to avoid going back.
They seemed ready to spend their days here in blissful idleness without anyone to supervise them.
Just as everyone was on the verge of falling asleep, a sudden sound of footsteps began to echo in the stillness.
In the quiet night, on the muddy path, footsteps emerged that seemed to try to conceal themselves but ultimately gave away their presence.
The sound in the night was strikingly real and eerie, causing everyone to jump in surprise.
The footsteps grew closer, soon approaching their side.
They were so near, just a turn away.
"Are you all trying to get yourselves killed? Why are you sleeping?" a stern command rang out.
Several individuals with dark skin, dressed in black military uniforms that included protective layers, appeared.
While this might seem excessive, they knew that even a single bug could easily tear through the protective layer.
Though the protective layer looked tough, there existed materials that were equally resilient.
The foam was large enough and appeared solid.
However, the moment it was squeezed in hand, one realized that it was not as sturdy as imagined.
No matter how strong the protective layer was, it could not withstand unpredictable forces; after all, no shield is immune to all harm.
This wasn't a game; it wasn't about data showing resilience. These humans could only endure deep impacts with their flesh and blood.
As everyone heard the booming voice, they instantly snapped awake.
"You all want to die or what?" The voice struck again.
"We're tired, it wasn't intentional," the group of Black men hurriedly apologized.
"Alright, go to sleep. We'll hold the fort."
There were two other hunters accompanying them, and their expressions were not particularly pleasant either.
Seeing this situation, Anis's face turned green.
He managed to hold on, but he was completely at a loss in such circumstances.
The tempers and voices of the three overpowered him alone; who would have thought that standing guard could lead to falling asleep like this?
The programming was still not up to par, and clearly, after being glared at by Russell, he had no mood to think about his program anymore.
Even if his program could play a bigger role in the future, right now, he had made a significant mistake.
His throat tightened, and he fell silent.
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