Chapter 506 Unusual
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
"Hank and I have arrived at the target area, please give instructions, command."
"Zizi... pay attention to observation and protect yourself first. Your mission is to conduct reconnaissance. Once you find something very... unusual, report it as soon as possible."
"Okay, command."
After receiving the order from the headquarters, Morik immediately pretended to be casual and hid the radio headset in his raised collar, and then adjusted his leather jacket to make himself look more relaxed.
But the young companion Hank next to him couldn't sit still. He glanced at the small village in front of him and asked with some confusion: "Sir, what should we pay attention to..."
As soon as he spoke, he was stared at by Morik's cold and displeased eyes, which scared him, a SAS elite, to shrink his neck.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Morik."
After Morik glanced around vigilantly, he suppressed his anger and yelled at Hank: "We are just two bored buddies on a self-drive trip now. We are not allowed to mention the titles in the army, and there is no need to be so polite."
"Didn't the courses in the army teach you this?!"
Hank didn't dare to refute. If he hadn't been reminded like this, he would have apologized immediately like he did in the army!
But after seeing Morik get out of the car with a cold face, he muttered softly: "SAS is an action force, not a secret agent."
As the earliest special forces in the UK and even the world, the Special Air Service Regiment is known for its ability to complete tasks accurately and efficiently in a short period of time, but now that it has received such an inexplicable reconnaissance mission, Hank has long been confused.
In fact, Morik was also a little confused.
Of course SAS also has reconnaissance missions, which he has performed many times. During the battle against the Irish Republican Army, he was famous for his accurate and efficient reconnaissance intelligence.
But that was all on a dangerous battlefield.
Now, this place is just an ordinary small village at best, hundreds of miles away from the enemy!
As a result, they were suddenly assigned to an inexplicable headquarters, and the orders given were even more vague. At first, they were only given a location, and then they were given a mysterious goal.
Something very unusual?
Who knows what this is? !
Morik cursed in his heart, but the expression on his face still maintained a relaxed and cheerful expression. Even though his bright eyes were looking around, he only gave others one look. He was really just a tourist who was only interested in the scenery of the village.
"This place is really beautiful, but there are a few houses that seem to be abandoned. It looks a pity." Hank said seriously. His acting skills were far inferior to those of his boss Morik.
Morik glanced at him and said nothing more. Instead, he followed his words and looked at the houses inquiringly, especially a farmhouse not far away.
Although the exterior looks in disrepair, through the window you can clearly see the neat and intact furniture inside!
Even if Hank's reaction was slow, he still saw this abnormal situation.
"Don't talk, let's go quietly." Morik quickly reminded in a low voice.
After saying that, the two of them adjusted their postures skillfully and swaggered gradually from the main road of the village to the edge. Then they ducked and hid in the path opposite to the target.
"Morik, I always feel that no one is guarding us. Is this just meaningless false information?"
Although he followed Morik in various tactical moves, Hank still expressed his guess.
Morik had already noticed this, but out of his own military qualities, he still dealt with the traces of their walking as standard, and gradually approached the target house.
"Wrong information will only make us return in vain, but correct information and wrong handling will make us die here!"
After saying that, he quickly moved his body close to the wall of the farmhouse and listened carefully to what was going on inside.
"Tear... bang bang..."
Sure enough, there was someone inside!
He didn't act rashly. He took Hank and hid out of sight of the window and continued to listen.
"Do we really not need to add some magic to repel Muggles? I just saw someone paying attention to this place." A stern voice said worriedly.
"We have ruined the exterior of the house. If Muggles come to the door, our wands will take care of them very well!" A sharp voice said excitedly, and it could even be said that he was a little eager to try.
"But, will our wands cast spells automatically?"
"Idiot, we are the ones holding magic wands and casting spells!"
"Then you should have told me earlier. It must be our wand..."
"..."
Although I don't know what they are talking about.It even sounded funny, but Morik still felt a little uneasy in his heart.
"Although it's not extraordinary, I think it's unusual. There's no way there are two lunatics hiding here, what do you think?" Hank didn't feel any danger. He simply felt that the two people in the house looked like each other. Like a madman.
But on the battlefield, madmen are sometimes the most terrifying!
Therefore, after being reminded by him, Morik decisively picked up the headset hidden in his collar.
"Command, this is Team Morik. We found two men here talking about some strange things..."
Before Morik finished speaking, he realized that he had made a mistake.
The people who were talking just now were a tall, stocky man and a woman with skin as white as a corpse!
"Oh, a little mouse really touched it..."
The woman stretched out her scarlet tongue and licked her lips. There was no trace of charm on her dry face, but Morik and the two could clearly see her unusually sharp tail teeth.
I don’t know why, but the two people in front of them were just touching a strange small wooden stick, but it brought great pressure to Morik and the others.
Even death threats!
The stout man looked at Morik doubtfully for a while, and then said in a muffled voice: "It seems to be a Muggle."
"No need to act like it, they are Muggles!"
"But they haven't cast the spell yet, how can you confirm that they must be Muggles?"
"If they are Muggles, they will never be able to cast magic in their entire lives. Do you want to wait for them to die of old age?!"
"Oh, what you said seems to make sense."
"Not at all...forget it, I really don't understand why the Dark Lord wants to recruit stupid werewolves like you!"
The werewolf scratched his head, "Maybe..."
"Perhaps Voldemort simply regards you as expendable supplies!"
Malvolio appeared behind the two men with a grin, and his hands were instantly filled with raging flames, tying them tightly!
Fortunately, the temperature of the flame was not high, and the strength of the two men's bodies was also good. It only burned their skin to a blackened crust, and also carefully sealed the blood that had not yet seeped out.
Listening to the pitiful wails of the two men and seeing that he only caught these two small fish after such a hard trip, Malvolio curled his lips in displeasure.
"This Gubulai Immortal Fire is too difficult to learn..."
He muttered something, and when he saw that the two special forces soldiers across from him who could barely be called colleagues were so frightened that they didn't move, he had no choice but to follow Tver's rules and quickly put on a smile.
"Thank you for your guidance. This mission was a success. You... uh, just go back and receive the credit yourself."
After saying that, he pinched the necks of the still wailing vampires and werewolves and disappeared.
"Sir, is what I saw an illusion?" Hank asked nagging.
"I have no idea……"
At this time, he no longer struggled with the name of Hank. Morik looked at the place where Malvolio disappeared and was silent for a long time.
Only the two footprints on the spot told him that what happened just now was real.
"But I'm sure it's a very unusual mission and this is a very unusual department!"
"Zizi... pay attention to observation and protect yourself first. Your mission is to conduct reconnaissance. Once you find something very... unusual, report it as soon as possible."
"Okay, command."
After receiving the order from the headquarters, Morik immediately pretended to be casual and hid the radio headset in his raised collar, and then adjusted his leather jacket to make himself look more relaxed.
But the young companion Hank next to him couldn't sit still. He glanced at the small village in front of him and asked with some confusion: "Sir, what should we pay attention to..."
As soon as he spoke, he was stared at by Morik's cold and displeased eyes, which scared him, a SAS elite, to shrink his neck.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Morik."
After Morik glanced around vigilantly, he suppressed his anger and yelled at Hank: "We are just two bored buddies on a self-drive trip now. We are not allowed to mention the titles in the army, and there is no need to be so polite."
"Didn't the courses in the army teach you this?!"
Hank didn't dare to refute. If he hadn't been reminded like this, he would have apologized immediately like he did in the army!
But after seeing Morik get out of the car with a cold face, he muttered softly: "SAS is an action force, not a secret agent."
As the earliest special forces in the UK and even the world, the Special Air Service Regiment is known for its ability to complete tasks accurately and efficiently in a short period of time, but now that it has received such an inexplicable reconnaissance mission, Hank has long been confused.
In fact, Morik was also a little confused.
Of course SAS also has reconnaissance missions, which he has performed many times. During the battle against the Irish Republican Army, he was famous for his accurate and efficient reconnaissance intelligence.
But that was all on a dangerous battlefield.
Now, this place is just an ordinary small village at best, hundreds of miles away from the enemy!
As a result, they were suddenly assigned to an inexplicable headquarters, and the orders given were even more vague. At first, they were only given a location, and then they were given a mysterious goal.
Something very unusual?
Who knows what this is? !
Morik cursed in his heart, but the expression on his face still maintained a relaxed and cheerful expression. Even though his bright eyes were looking around, he only gave others one look. He was really just a tourist who was only interested in the scenery of the village.
"This place is really beautiful, but there are a few houses that seem to be abandoned. It looks a pity." Hank said seriously. His acting skills were far inferior to those of his boss Morik.
Morik glanced at him and said nothing more. Instead, he followed his words and looked at the houses inquiringly, especially a farmhouse not far away.
Although the exterior looks in disrepair, through the window you can clearly see the neat and intact furniture inside!
Even if Hank's reaction was slow, he still saw this abnormal situation.
"Don't talk, let's go quietly." Morik quickly reminded in a low voice.
After saying that, the two of them adjusted their postures skillfully and swaggered gradually from the main road of the village to the edge. Then they ducked and hid in the path opposite to the target.
"Morik, I always feel that no one is guarding us. Is this just meaningless false information?"
Although he followed Morik in various tactical moves, Hank still expressed his guess.
Morik had already noticed this, but out of his own military qualities, he still dealt with the traces of their walking as standard, and gradually approached the target house.
"Wrong information will only make us return in vain, but correct information and wrong handling will make us die here!"
After saying that, he quickly moved his body close to the wall of the farmhouse and listened carefully to what was going on inside.
"Tear... bang bang..."
Sure enough, there was someone inside!
He didn't act rashly. He took Hank and hid out of sight of the window and continued to listen.
"Do we really not need to add some magic to repel Muggles? I just saw someone paying attention to this place." A stern voice said worriedly.
"We have ruined the exterior of the house. If Muggles come to the door, our wands will take care of them very well!" A sharp voice said excitedly, and it could even be said that he was a little eager to try.
"But, will our wands cast spells automatically?"
"Idiot, we are the ones holding magic wands and casting spells!"
"Then you should have told me earlier. It must be our wand..."
"..."
Although I don't know what they are talking about.It even sounded funny, but Morik still felt a little uneasy in his heart.
"Although it's not extraordinary, I think it's unusual. There's no way there are two lunatics hiding here, what do you think?" Hank didn't feel any danger. He simply felt that the two people in the house looked like each other. Like a madman.
But on the battlefield, madmen are sometimes the most terrifying!
Therefore, after being reminded by him, Morik decisively picked up the headset hidden in his collar.
"Command, this is Team Morik. We found two men here talking about some strange things..."
Before Morik finished speaking, he realized that he had made a mistake.
The people who were talking just now were a tall, stocky man and a woman with skin as white as a corpse!
"Oh, a little mouse really touched it..."
The woman stretched out her scarlet tongue and licked her lips. There was no trace of charm on her dry face, but Morik and the two could clearly see her unusually sharp tail teeth.
I don’t know why, but the two people in front of them were just touching a strange small wooden stick, but it brought great pressure to Morik and the others.
Even death threats!
The stout man looked at Morik doubtfully for a while, and then said in a muffled voice: "It seems to be a Muggle."
"No need to act like it, they are Muggles!"
"But they haven't cast the spell yet, how can you confirm that they must be Muggles?"
"If they are Muggles, they will never be able to cast magic in their entire lives. Do you want to wait for them to die of old age?!"
"Oh, what you said seems to make sense."
"Not at all...forget it, I really don't understand why the Dark Lord wants to recruit stupid werewolves like you!"
The werewolf scratched his head, "Maybe..."
"Perhaps Voldemort simply regards you as expendable supplies!"
Malvolio appeared behind the two men with a grin, and his hands were instantly filled with raging flames, tying them tightly!
Fortunately, the temperature of the flame was not high, and the strength of the two men's bodies was also good. It only burned their skin to a blackened crust, and also carefully sealed the blood that had not yet seeped out.
Listening to the pitiful wails of the two men and seeing that he only caught these two small fish after such a hard trip, Malvolio curled his lips in displeasure.
"This Gubulai Immortal Fire is too difficult to learn..."
He muttered something, and when he saw that the two special forces soldiers across from him who could barely be called colleagues were so frightened that they didn't move, he had no choice but to follow Tver's rules and quickly put on a smile.
"Thank you for your guidance. This mission was a success. You... uh, just go back and receive the credit yourself."
After saying that, he pinched the necks of the still wailing vampires and werewolves and disappeared.
"Sir, is what I saw an illusion?" Hank asked nagging.
"I have no idea……"
At this time, he no longer struggled with the name of Hank. Morik looked at the place where Malvolio disappeared and was silent for a long time.
Only the two footprints on the spot told him that what happened just now was real.
"But I'm sure it's a very unusual mission and this is a very unusual department!"
