“From the results obtained from both ‘Angel’ and the 3rd Battalion’s investigation, the attacker was a single individual, using weapons including a 7.62MM caliber sniper rifle, a small-caliber pistol, and a vibration-type combat knife. There were a large number of extremely twisted bullets on the ground, leading to the preliminary conclusion that the enemy possessed ‘Titan’ metal armor. However, some of the deformed bullets on the ground had very strange shapes, as if they had been blocked by human muscle. So, it’s inferred that although the enemy has ‘Titan’ metal armor, it’s not full-body coverage like ‘Divine Punishment’. The sniper rounds used by the enemy were high-velocity armor-piercing rounds, and the bullets that killed the ‘Eyes’ during the observation of David Clark’s outing on the 11th were fired from the same gun. It’s deduced that it was one of the four people David Clark met with that day. Sir, the Intelligence Division’s conclusion is...”

“Special Operations Team 7!” The closed-eyed Annie suddenly opened her eyes and looked toward the source of the voice.

“Yes, sir, it’s confirmed to be Z Country’s secret research ‘final trump card’—Special Operations Team 7.”

“So it seems Z Country has also realized the importance of this war.” Annie smiled.

“Sir, please give your orders now!” The cold voice carried a hint of excitement.

“‘Satan’, notify your teammates, ‘Divine Punishment’ team is to stand by. Three days from now, on the 18th, get ready to show Z Country who the true king of solo combat is... ha...”

“Yes, sir!”

February 17, 2011, GX City Forward Operations Command Meeting Room...

“Commander Clark, please give the order!” Secretary Brooks anxiously paced in front of David Clark, saying, “The seven-day leave is over. If you don’t order the troops to attack TW soon, morale will fall apart!”

“That’s right, Commander! My subordinates ask me every day when we’ll be able to take TB. I’m so embarrassed I don’t even know what to say!” said Air Force 4th Division Commander John Thompson.

“Enough! Stop arguing!” David Clark slammed the table, and even Secretary Brooks, who was always by his side, had never seen him so angry. The meeting room instantly fell silent.

“Secretary Brooks, help me find the members of Special Operations Team 7!” David Clark sat back down.

“Commander, ever since you met with them three days ago, they seem to have disappeared from the base. I thought you had sent them on a mission.” Secretary Brooks was still a bit afraid of the current David Clark.

“No way? Did they really just lie in ambush for three days?” David Clark muttered in surprise.

“Commander Clark, can you give instructions on what to do now?” John Thompson asked.

“Sigh...” David Clark let out a long sigh and said, “Proceed with the original plan and begin blanket attacks on the surrounding areas. Try not to damage the buildings, and drive the TW forces northward. That’s all. Go carry out the orders.”

“Yes, sir!” Everyone stood up and gave David Clark a standard military salute, then left the room.

“I can’t help you now.” David Clark muttered to himself, suddenly breaking out in a cold sweat. “He wouldn’t use SEED here, would he?”

It was already the third day, and the Divine Punishment team still hadn’t arrived. But 13 hadn’t left the ambush point even once. There was no water, no food, and although the longest 13 had ever gone without eating was seven days, the stomach was still a little hungry. Fortunately, every morning, plenty of dew would condense on COOL—FIRE, solving the water problem. 1 and the others were in the same situation as 13.

Today was the end of the collective leave, and everyone in the base was on the move. David Clark should be taking action now, right? 13 just hoped he hadn’t been forgotten, but even if he had, it didn’t matter. 13 was used to this. Closing his eyes for a brief rest, the most dangerous time for an attack—the night—had already passed. Now, with crowds moving through the base, nothing should happen. 13 seized the chance to rest, after all, he hadn’t slept for three days. Once the troops set out, the base would become extremely empty, the best time for an attack. 13 knew they would come, because his body was trembling slightly. 13’s instincts were always accurate; they had saved him countless times on the battlefield.

At noon, 12 o’clock, the base quieted down again. 13 woke up, because the vibrations from the ground would numb the body’s senses, so he had to use his eyes to check the surroundings. Judging from the frequency of the vibrations, it should be caused by mortar shells hitting the ground, not too far away. It seemed David Clark had decided to carry out blanket attacks, trying to drive the enemy together before wiping them out? The once-naive uncle had matured. He really wished he could go back to that time, when the uncle was like a shining sun, making everyone around him want to rely on him unconditionally. Even 13 wanted to rely on him, and had foolishly taken a bullet for him. Although 13 knew he was much more important than the uncle.

Suddenly, the ground vibrations changed. Was it a tank? No, it didn’t seem like it. It was the frequency of humans running, but something was off! Too heavy and too fast! Are they here? Finally, it was time to meet Divine Punishment. Special Operations and “Divine Punishment” were like the two poles of the world. Since childhood, the instructor had always said, “You must train your body to be steel! Sharpen your mind to be steel! Your heart must also become steel! Because your enemy is a pile of steel!”

Wiping off the dew that hadn’t been licked clean from COOL—FIRE, he stared into the distance through the holographic helmet directly connected to the scope, silently counting down, “Three minutes left.”

“They’re here! From 13’s direction. Only one? Can’t leave yet, there are other ‘main characters’ who haven’t shown up. 13, you’re on your own now.” 1 thought to himself.