Delta Operation: Big Red Objects Mutate

Like wild animals, they follow the most primal logic.

My daily job is to patrol the Longbow Valley with my Bison assault rifle.

Whenever I encounter those petty thieves in Longbow Valley, I use my Bison submachine gun to show them what I'm capable of.

Until one day, a person wearing a black trench coat walked towards me.

He wasn't holding a gun, but rather a golden statue.

It is a bust of Claudius.

This person was also a thief who came to Longbow Valley to steal things.

"Intruders! Kill them all!"

I immediately waved and shouted behind me.

Even though there were no other Asara soldiers behind me.

You're finished!

Bang bang bang bang——————! !

I yelled and aimed my Bison submachine gun at his arms and legs, then pulled the trigger.

Because I saw that he was wearing a bulletproof vest.

I've always been like this.

If they're wearing bulletproof vests, I'll shoot them in the arms and legs.

If they weren't wearing bulletproof vests, I would shoot them in the chest.

Before the bullets could hit, the man calmly shifted his body to the side, dodging the first bullet that was aimed at his arm.

He then took a step to the left, dodging the second bullet aimed at his leg.

He strolled towards me leisurely, dodging my bullets as he went.

At the time, I didn't find anything wrong with this unbelievable scene.

Looking back now, it's clear that this is something no human could have done.

As he drew closer, I threw out a smoke bomb.

After the smoke cleared, I started wildly swinging the butt of my gun at the smoke, while also kicking it haphazardly.

After all my attacks missed, I accidentally walked out of the smoke.

I saw that person outside the smoke, who didn't come in at all, but instead raised the bust of Claudius with both hands.

But at that moment, a voice reached my ears.

The voice sounded somewhat reluctant, and also a little embarrassed and shy.

"Um, sissy..."

As soon as he finished speaking, I involuntarily put down the Bison submachine gun in my hand.

Countless thoughts flooded my mind.

I learned about this person; his name is Liu Yan.

From that moment on, I developed my own way of thinking.

At the same time, I realized that I could no longer try to attack him.

Every time I tried to raise my gun to shoot him, an unstoppable force would hold my body in place.

I'm scared.

If I had no thoughts, I might have stood here in a daze and been taken care of by him.

But now, I'm feeling fear.

I cannot attack him; if he tries anything against me, I will only die.

But I don't want to die.

"For Asa...for Liu Yan!"

"We swear to follow Liu Yan to the death!"

After I shouted that, I was utterly shocked.

I originally wanted to shout "For Asara!" to cheer myself up.

But instead, his name was called out.

After I shouted, I saw a look of surprise on his face, along with some confusion.

He looked at me and tentatively asked:

"What's your name?"

"Boss, my name is Liu Yan, soldier 1 of the guard."

Immediately afterwards, I uncontrollably started introducing myself again.

Honestly, what a ridiculous name that is! I felt a little embarrassed when I called it out.

"Will you disobey my orders?"

The man asked again.

I couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

If it weren't for this restriction, I would have shot your head off right now.

"will not!"

I shouted again, though my words contradicted my true feelings, my voice filled with loyalty.

Anyone who comes here will think I am a soldier who is loyal to him.

But only I know the truth.

Once I'm free from his control, I'll find an opportunity to shoot him dead.

Although I am grateful to him for giving me sanity and thought.

But his forceful control made me extremely uncomfortable.

I feel that my self-esteem has been insulted.

I am a human being, a soldier of Asara!

Not a clown to be manipulated.

But he actually made me call him Boss! And he even gave me such an awful name as Liu Yan's Guard Soldier 1.

Just as I was cursing inwardly, he tossed an M14 marksman rifle in front of me and said in a very calm tone:

"Take this."

I looked down at the M14 marksman rifle on the ground and rubbed my eyes.

I grass!

Is this an M14 marksman rifle?

Fully modified?!

I was completely stunned.

I've been fortunate enough to see two bare M14 marksman rifles.

After all, our Longbow Valley isn't so poor that we've never even seen an M14 marksman rifle.

But this one is different!

This is a fully modified M14 marksman rifle!

The value of this gun alone is enough to buy my life!

Take our boss, Hellish Black Shark Reese, for example.

He was only using an S12K shotgun.

"Boss... is this for me?"

I swallowed hard and looked at him in disbelief.

The leader nodded and gestured with his chin toward the M14 marksman rifle on the ground.

I reached out in surprise to grab the M14 marksman rifle.

In that instant, I thought about many things.

What if he shoots me the moment I pick up the M14 marksman rifle?

Then ask me another question.

You really dare to take it?

To be honest, I was quite panicked.

After all, how could such a good thing possibly fall into the hands of an ordinary soldier like me?

But I still couldn't help but pick up the M14 marksman rifle.

I timidly glanced at the boss out of the corner of my eye.

He did not make any move.

Only then did I dispel my doubts.

Perhaps, it really was meant for me?

I held the M14 marksman rifle and stroked the gun.

The gun felt cold to the touch, reminding me that this wasn't a dream.

My lips curled up uncontrollably, and my heart suddenly raced.

This is nothing compared to my Bison submachine gun.

With this gun, maybe I can even try to become the boss of Longbow Valley.

Just then, the leader made a move, dropping several boxes of ammunition.

Then he raised his hand and pointed to the pile of stones in the distance.

"Fire a burst of bullets there."

I had no way of disobeying his orders.

I reached out and picked up those boxes of UN bombs...

M61 bullets?!

My heart was filled with a thunderous shock.

I originally thought he would give me some UN ammunition to use.

Even so, it's still much better than the PSO bullets from my original Bison submachine gun.

But I didn't expect it to be the M61 model.

After loading the bullets, I shakily installed the magazine full of M61 bullets.

"Boss, are we really going to fight?"

Before firing, I turned around and asked a question.

After all, M61 bullets are extremely rare.

Using this bullet to shoot an empty field is a complete waste.

"beat."

Upon hearing the boss's order, I raised my M14 marksman rifle without hesitation and aimed at the open space.

Because I simply couldn't refuse his orders.

Bang bang bang bang bang——————! ! !

I emptied the 50-round drum magazine of M61 bullets in an instant.