Eh? You want to try the humanoid girl's iron fist too?

Alpha released the PTT button, loosened his foot, and let the bastard below catch his breath.

The anti-slip grooves of his military boots left deep marks on his face, which was covered in patches of black and white dust, as well as clumps of snot or saliva.

"laugh……"

This person can even chuckle softly.

Alpha raised his right foot heavily and kicked him hard in the stomach, causing the idiot to curl up instantly, like a red-hot mantis shrimp.

He stood on the command platform, his cold gaze like a sharp blade, ruthlessly slicing open the hearts of everyone he looked at.

"This is the last warning. If you bring your backstabbing and infighting into the mission again, I won't hesitate to use the authority granted to me by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. This is not a joke, but a serious warning."

The man lying on the ground showed no fear; he simply smiled.

"You're nothing but a dog of the group. What right do you have to talk about the authority of the Internal Affairs Department? Mr. Alpha, you'd better face reality. This is not the Internal Affairs Department you know."

Alpha simply grinned at the man's provocation. "I remember your boss, didn't he just crash-land?"

"..."

"Don't forget, I'm only temporarily transferred here to assist your company in fulfilling its obligations and to act as a supervisor..."

Alpha paused, and even coughed twice to clear his throat.

"To put it bluntly, we're monitoring you to see what you're doing. ...Are you going to betray us? There are more of you here, and I didn't even bring a gun. I definitely can't beat you. Aren't you going to make a move?"

“Сукаблядь”.

"Okay, I received your response."

Alpha stomped hard on the man's neck, and as the force increased, the sounds of the cervical vertebrae scraping, colliding, and cracking echoed in the quiet operations room.

A broken neck doesn't kill the brain immediately, so Afar bent down and said loudly:

"Moscow believes that your rash actions have caused irreparable damage, so rest assured and get on your way."

The venomous gaze faded, leaving only a corpse curled up against the wall like a dead dog.

"Two men, throw this piece of junk out of here."

Alpha dusted off his hands, as if contact with such a person would cause him to contract a serious illness, highlighting his disdain.

"Can't you hear me? Two men, get this idiot out of here," he repeated.

The air in the operations room seemed to freeze; everyone feared they would be next.

The two people sitting closest to the person walked over, bending over, and slowly dragged the person out.

"The rest of you, continue your work."

After Alpha finished speaking and turned to leave, the operations room gradually came back to life.

Some grumbled and complained, but more warned him not to try and cause trouble. That ruthless guy was right; the owner of this private contractor died under mysterious circumstances, let alone these weaklings.

Once hostility is revealed, one may not be able to leave this building.

Their former supervisor certainly deserved to die, as he arranged the retrieval operation without informing anyone.

If they had succeeded, they could have gotten away with it and everyone would have received a reward, but in reality, they acted first and still failed.

Alpha claimed he was the only one present, but in reality, who knows how many people were outside preparing to rush in and wipe them all out?

Want revenge? Sure, go ahead and get revenge. But who even knows Alpha's real name?

Upon careful consideration, since Alpha came to report here, no one has ever used any other name for him; those fancy nicknames are meaningless.

Considering the term "internal affairs department authority," everyone suppressed the demons beating in their hearts and settled down to be obedient pet dogs.

Alpha walked down the empty, dimly lit corridor, carrying the target file.

The light footsteps gradually caught up; his men were positioned outside the war room, ready to fire through the plaster wall at the slightest change in sound from inside…

The enemy is a high school girl? Are you kidding me?

But once the mission is assigned, you have to go. At the very least, you need to investigate to find out exactly where the Military Intelligence Bureau went wrong.

"The authorization to carry out the operation has been revoked. What happened?" Skeev asked as he walked up, carrying his AK-104.

Alpha shook his head and tossed the target file into Schipper's arms.

"Take a look for yourself. After investigating the assets of Japan, this is all they managed to get."

"Oh, young lady, you seem quite proper. How old are you?"

"I'll be 17 soon, a high school student."

"Do you think she's skilled enough to kill our men? Six bodyguards plus a foreign military intelligence field agent."

Schipper paused for a moment, recalling his experience in New York a few years ago, where the person who ultimately killed their teammate with a semi-automatic sniper rifle also had a young woman's accent.

Could he run into him here? He carefully read the information about the target high school student's life and schooling, and most importantly, his age.

If he's only 17 this year, then he was only 14 when he fought them in New York 3 years ago!

How is that possible?

"What do you think?" Alpha asked.

"I?"

Skif almost burst out laughing; he also felt that the Russian military's foreign intelligence agency needed a thorough overhaul.

"I'm thinking about what I did when I was 17..."

"Skipping classes, dating, and going out with adults to dig for treasures during holidays, hoping to find guns and ammunition left over from World War II and make a small profit from recycling merchants."

"Is this how you spent your academic life?" Schipper asked, glancing at him sideways.

"how about you?"

"Countless tutoring classes, including music, art, and regular subjects."

Why join the army?

"After receiving my degree and graduation certificate, I made up my mind to escape from the life that had been arranged for me."

Skeef makes no secret of this; his reasons for joining the army, signing a volunteer contract, and ultimately becoming a member of the special forces are that simple.

Everyone has their own difficulties.

Alpha summarized their conversation. He suddenly felt a headache coming on; what should have been a simple matter of fighting and killing had abruptly turned into an internal investigation.

Turning the blade inward is no fun. After confirming the target's identity in a couple of days, he will report to Moscow so they can decide whether to investigate further.

Alpha estimates that Moscow would certainly issue a strict order at this point, at the very least to find out where the problem lies.

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Volume 1: The World Before the Great War: Chapter 129 Don't Send Photos of Japanese High School Girls to Headquarters

After a busy club activity, even though you're practicing on your own in the classroom, you actually have no chance to slack off except during breaks, thanks to the teacher's constant guidance.

This level of intensity is comparable to that of passionate sports clubs where athletes sweat it out.

Raphael was alright; as a beginner, he only needed to practice the basics. This is where the advantage of being a non-human became apparent, allowing him to directly engage in mechanical, repetitive practice.

Following local custom, she greeted the teacher and the classmates who decided to stay and continue practicing, then walked out of the practice room with her schoolbag and instrument.

She wanted to catch the tram home early, and on her short walk from the school to the tram stop, Raphael had already seen four faces appearing repeatedly among the passersby.

They were all human males, dressed in very loose and convenient clothing, but you could tell what the bulge in their lower backs was without even guessing.

Even a casual shirt couldn't hide the outline of their muscles, and the way they always subconsciously avoided eye contact made Raphael instantly realize that she was being watched.

She immediately thought of the previous recycling operation, but something felt off.

Yes, the Russians on guard and support missions abroad are too weak. Generally speaking, "amateurs" are not used to carry out such sensitive and covert missions.

Raphael took out his tram card, swiped it through the access control, and only breathed a sigh of relief after he had boarded the tram and left.

In any case, being followed and monitored is never a good thing.

She couldn't be sure what the other person was thinking. The long walk from the school to the station provided countless opportunities for them to make their move.

However, the other party did not take any special measures; simply following her was not enough for her to take necessary precautions in advance.

Lingyin followed two blocks away. She wanted to come closer, but before she could get near, she received a warning message from Raphael, telling her to only maintain contact at eye level and not to trespass.

She didn't understand the command issued by the host, but she just needed to follow it.

Lingyin followed far behind, her little hand touching her backpack. Everything was there, and she was ready to go into battle at any moment.

The magazines and ammunition are plentiful and sufficient to handle most emergency situations.

On the other side, Alpha observed Raphael while holding her file in his hand, unable to discern anything wrong.

A typical high school girl, and a member of the school's band club.

Alpha took a deep breath and said to Schipper, "Report what happened to us truthfully." His sharp eyes swept over the girl who was leaving on the tram.

After saying that, he tore up the file he was holding. These derelict bastards deserve to die.

If these people weren't still somewhat useful, Alpha would have loved to head back right now and wipe out all the useless trash in the safe house.

“Hey,” Skeef took out his phone and glanced at it, “Headquarters replied and told us to stop work and wait for orders.”

What did they say?

"Stop sending photos of Japanese high school girls to headquarters. Return to the safe house and control the operations room."

Alpha smiled; even the Ministry of Internal Affairs couldn't stand it anymore.

Not only did they plan the operation without authorization, but the failure of the mission also cost them a highly regarded authority in the field of bionics.