Later, David Clark led this unit in an exceptionally brave assault on the Turkic base, eliminating the Turkic reinforcements one by one from the inside out. At the cost of 700 lives, they wiped out 20,000 Turkic terrorists. During the battle, they never called for reinforcements; when they ran out of bullets, they picked up the enemy’s and kept fighting. If their right hand was injured, they fired with their left. Shielding comrades from bullets became second nature. In the end, none of the survivors—including David Clark—had fewer than two bullet wounds. Looking back, their thoughts at the time seem childish: all they wanted was to show that child and say, “See? We would never swallow a gun, because even that last bullet, I’ll use it to kill the enemy!”

13 ignored David Clark lying on the ground and, on her own, took out a pile of miscellaneous parts from her backpack. Just as David Clark was about to say something, he found himself unable to speak—the girl moved the gun from above David Clark’s head to his mouth. Still smiling, she made a quiet gesture, “Shh, now watch the show. Don’t make a sound.”

13 looked at the parts in front of her, took a gentle breath, and her hands seemed to disappear as she assembled them at a speed unimaginable to ordinary people. Before David Clark could react, a jet-black sniper rifle, resembling an AWP, was already firmly in 13’s hands.

“Half a second faster again. 13 is getting more and more amazing!” the child joked, sitting on the ground as if nothing had happened.

“Get down!” 13 said coldly. The child wasn’t embarrassed by 13 ignoring him; instead, he naturally obeyed and lay down on the ground, as did the girl and the middle-aged man beside him.

“What are you trying to do?” David Clark watched as 13 aimed the sniper rifle at his new bulletproof “Red Flag” car, finally realizing that 13 intended to shoot through the car to kill the enemy. “This is the latest bulletproof car, stronger than 30mm steel plates—an AWP can’t penetrate it!”

13 glanced at David Clark and finally spoke to him, “Who told you my gun is an AWP from the 1980s? Its name is COOLFIRE (sniper rifle, similar in appearance to the AWP from CS; here, 13 uses a modified version, capable of automatic fire, with a 20-round magazine, and power exceeding that of large anti-materiel rifles).”

“Puff”—a soft sound, and the car was shot through as if it were a piece of rotten wood.

“One.” 13 said coldly, not lowering the gun.

In the forest...

“Eagle! Eagle! Sparrow has been killed! Sparrow has been killed!”

“Gopher, don’t talk nonsense. The target never appeared outside the ‘steel plate’ (the car). The infrared device can’t penetrate. The target can’t return fire. Continue to wait for the ‘hunt.’”

“Eagle! Eagle! It’s true! Sparrow’s head was blown off... ah!”

“Gopher! Gopher! What’s wrong? Answer me!” The special forces soldier codenamed Eagle shouted helplessly into the mic. He kept telling himself, “Impossible! Impossible! He didn’t even have an angle to shoot! And he doesn’t know our position! Wait! Did he run from the plane to the car just now to lure us into revealing our position? Even if he has a weapon that can penetrate the ‘steel plate,’ he wouldn’t have a scope that can do it.” Suddenly, a terrifying thought struck the soldier: this guy memorized everyone’s positions and is blind-firing through the car! He shouted into the mic again, “Everyone, change pos—”

“Three.” The third shell casing landed on the ground next to 13.

David Clark never considered whether 13 would hit the enemy; he just stared blankly at the bullet holes in the car.

“...Puff...” 13 didn’t stop, firing 17 rounds in a row, reloading in 0.5 seconds, then firing another 15 rounds before quickly lowering the gun. The whole process took two minutes.

“Threat eliminated. We can ‘go home.’” Upon hearing this, everyone stood up. David Clark, pulled up by the girl, felt his heart pounding wildly, but the expected sound of sniper fire never came.

The middle-aged man looked helplessly at the car in front of him and said, “Looks like we’ll have to walk ‘home.’”

“It’s fine. I deliberately avoided the engine and main components. Because of that, four people died from shots to the heart instead of the head, but all were fatal.” 13 said as she opened the car door.

“13 always thinks of everything.” The girl smiled and patted 13 on the back.

“Now go get your gear. We’re ‘going home,’” said the middle-aged man.

“Understood, Captain!”

Ten minutes later, in a car driving on the outskirts of GX City

David Clark quietly looked at 13, who was already asleep beside him, and said peacefully, “All grown up now!” He slowly raised his hand, wanting to stroke 13’s hair.

“I’d advise you not to do that. He’ll kill you.” The child in the front seat turned around and said, “Uncle, do you know 13?”

David Clark lowered his hand and said to the child, “Yes, he saved me four years ago. Back then, he was just your age.”

“What kind of person was 13 back then, do you know, uncle?” The girl joined in, interested.

“Him!” David Clark glanced at 13 again and said, “He’s cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He usually doesn’t talk much, only giving a few orders when it’s time to act. Thinking back, it’s funny how hundreds of grown men would follow this kid’s every command without question.”

“How amazing was 13 back then?” the child suddenly asked seriously.

“He was invincible.” David Clark answered solemnly, without hesitation.

“We’re ‘home.’” The middle-aged man reminded them softly.