A Truly Extraordinary Man
Penerjemah: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
It was late in the afternoon, about four o'clock, and the sky had begun to turn dark. Because of the dense foliage, the Black Forest was now already as dark as the middle of the night. The bushes on the ground rustled, and four pairs of eyes that glowed dimly in red appeared on a clearing in the forest. On the ground, there was a pile of ashes, and among the ashes were four corpses burnt toa crisp.
The biting, cold wind whistled through the trees.
"These were our soldiers," said one of them.
"The damned MI3 wouldn't have this kind of strength," said the other. "Who killed them."
"They made no attempts to hide their trails at all," said another one. "Look, here's their footprints. We should catch up to them and find out who they are. Sino, Finville, both of you come with me. We'll hunt them down. Alan, go back to the Skeletal Fort and report this to the great leader!"
"Yes, sir!"