Chapter 1132 Tokyo Hunting Ground

Today's Tokyo is no longer the bustling and noisy international metropolis, but a battlefield shrouded by unknown forces, with an indescribable tension and expectation in the air.

The outline of the city is blurred under the night, the street lights are dim, and the occasional roar of cars seems to be the only vitality in the city.

And the people who come here, whether they are mercenaries with ulterior motives or agents with secret missions, all have their own purposes and flock to the mysterious place known as the "supernatural battlefield".

On this battlefield, forces from all over the world gather together, among which the most eye-catching are the American chaebols and island consortiums.

With their strong economic strength and complex network of contacts, they almost monopolize the dominance of this battle.

Those forces that have not established connections with these two major forces, even if they want to share a piece of the pie in this chaos, can often only look on, because here, without a backstage, it means that they are not even qualified to "send their lives".

In this land, forces from all over the world gather. They are all inextricably linked with America and the island country, either openly or secretly.

Without this relationship, even if you have strong strength, it is difficult to gain a foothold in this battlefield.

Major mercenary organizations have been hired by American chaebols and island consortiums to become the executors of their private affairs.

Mercenaries, an industry full of blood and interests, have been pushed to the forefront in the extraordinary battlefield.

Among them, there are warriors who have lost their homes due to war, and there are desperate people who will do anything for money.

At this moment, they are undergoing a series of strict identity verification procedures, which is a comprehensive inspection of documents, fingerprints and iris recognition to ensure that everyone entering the battlefield is not a pretender or a spy sent by the enemy.

"The ID matches, name: Jack Reynolds, nationality: English, belongs to the 'Black Hawk' mercenary group."

A mercenary wearing sunglasses and camouflage uniforms sneered after confirming that his information was correct.

Beside him, Emily Dupont from France seemed more cautious.

"Fingerprint comparison confirmed that Emily Dupont, a former member of the French Foreign Legion, is now an elite of the 'Cheetah' mercenary group."

Through the seemingly tight but fragile defense line of the island country's self-defense force, they stepped into a completely different world-the extraordinary battlefield.

Every inch of land here seems to be eroded by some mysterious force, and the air is filled with a faint smell of fishy and burnt. The sky in the distance flashes with strange light from time to time. It is the trace left by the battle and the omen of a new round of killing.

The Foreign Legion, a special military force composed of elites from all over the world, shuttles through various war-torn corners of the world with its unique existence.

They are not bound by nationality, and their only loyalty is to the US dollars in their hands and the employers behind them.

In this land baptized by war, the members of the Foreign Legion are like ghosts in the night, quietly shuttling between the ruins, carrying out high-risk, high-return tasks.

For their employers, their life and death are just a string of numbers on the books, and they do not need to be compensated, let alone bear any pressure from public opinion.

In such an environment, even the behavior of "selling teammates" is just a helpless choice made for survival in their eyes, and there is no ripple in their hearts.

However, this seemingly ordinary battlefield actually hides unknown secrets.

The target of the members of the Foreign Legion this time is not ordinary hostile forces, but those "monsters and demons" beyond imagination, derived from ancient myths or under the influence of unknown energy.

Some of these creatures are shaped like dragons, soaring in the sky, spewing hot flames; some are like ghosts, shuttling in the invisible, making people hard to guard against.

Their strength and speed are far beyond ordinary people, and they are the most terrifying existence on the battlefield.

But at the same time, their value is immeasurable. A living demon is enough to exchange for a reward dozens of times higher than the usual mission, which is enough to make any soldier excited.

Jack Reynolds is tall and muscular, with a light in his eyes that is a mixture of desire for money and fear of the unknown.

He has seen too many incredible things on this battlefield, but whenever he thinks of those priceless demons, an irrepressible fire of greed ignites in his heart.

He secretly vowed that as long as he could capture a few living monsters on this battlefield, it would be enough for him to have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life, and even become a wealthy man.

However, reality is always more cruel than imagined.

The demons are not only powerful, but also extremely cunning. They know how to use the complex terrain and traps on the battlefield to avoid pursuit, and can even imitate human voices and appearances, making the hunters fall into a thick fog.

What's worse is that the environment on the battlefield is extremely harsh. Abandoned buildings are like sharp blades, and broken roads are like traps of the god of death. Every slight negligence may become a fatal threat.

One day, when the sun just rose from the horizon, the members of the Foreign Legion were sitting around a ruin, sharing scarce food and water, when a shrill alarm suddenly sounded in the sky.

They looked up and saw a drone hovering overhead, flashing red warning lights.

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The technicians on the team quickly interpreted the information from the drone: "Slime-level monster found, ten o'clock!"

When everyone heard this, they immediately became alert, raised their weapons and looked in the designated direction. They saw a mysterious creature approaching them quietly in the ruins not far away.

The creature was small in size, only the size of a human head, with eight long legs and a long tail. There were also sac-like structures on both sides of the body, and the overall color was fleshy white and brown.

It moved quickly and silently, as if it was integrated with the surrounding environment.

"It's a face hugger!"

An experienced team member quickly recognized this creature.

Face hugger is the name they gave to this mysterious creature.

Although its threat level is only "slime level", don't be fooled by its appearance.

This creature has a very strong parasitic ability. Once it comes into contact with humans, it will hug the face tightly, insert the sharp mouthparts into the mouth, and inject eggs.

And they also have strong acid blood in their bodies, which can not only corrode human flesh, but also corrode hard substances such as metal.

Therefore, once infected by a face hugger, there is almost no chance of survival.