310 Conundrum

"I've said, no matter the price, I need one of those shadow creatures, alive or dead, big or small, complete or in parts. I need one of them!"

A major was yelling near the training camp. In front of him stood about one hundred soldiers in blue berets. No matter how hard the major yelled, the soldiers maintained similar expressions, one of calmness. It was a serenity that went deep into their bones; even death wouldn't be able to shake them. These people were different from normal soldiers. If one had to make a differentiation… these people were similar to the Black Star Unit in the aspect of spirit.

The major yelled for a little more before taking a deep breath and concluding severely, "18 deaths, 6 soldiers and 12 scientists… 12 scientists are dead! But only 6 soldiers died? Are you telling me our soldiers are all cowards that only know how to run? This is such humiliation!"