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

"Well, it's probably the highest level non-professional wind instrument competition."

"Nostalgia for the past?" Lily couldn't help but ask.

"I guess so. After all, I've lived here for a while, and most of my memories are..." Raphael tilted his head, comparing his daily life in New York and Kyoto, and answered confidently, "It was happy, no doubt about it."

The computing power allocated to thinking by the Mind Core suddenly surged. Another route of the "GIRUL" project is to activate the relics and directly learn and replicate the technology.

If the original plan, represented by "Lily" and "Rose," hadn't failed, perhaps this massive explosion wouldn't have happened.

This is what caused Raphael's emotional instability.

"Is there anything else you'd like to ask?"

"Nothing."

When asked the question in such a calm voice, Lily made a "gurgling" sound, like a flattened frog.

Does this child have no feelings?

No, in today's crisis-ridden environment, there is only one reason to pick up a musical instrument and play: to vent.

He picked up the flute to express his painful and frustrated emotions, letting the melodious sound carry away his inner repression.

As the sun gradually rises, the sunflowers in the field seem to turn to the right, their emerald green stems growing upwards.

The vibrant scene outside the window did not deceive Lily's eyes at all; this must be the sunflowers' final performance.

"Okay, then I'll start practicing."

"Oh."

Lily nodded, half-lying on the table, her gaze returning to her sister who had climbed into the cockpit. Somehow, Rose and Rin quickly became close.

The two whispered to each other from time to time and laughed occasionally, making them seem like tourists who came to the countryside for a picnic and camping trip, rather than refugees who were fleeing in panic.

The sound of the flute pierced the sound of the car engine, but this time it was completely different. It was no longer the dance tune with a sense of "defeat and failure," but a more uninteresting etude.

She thought to herself, "I might as well continue playing the same old dance tune."

But to say it now would be going too far. Lily lowered her head and smiled helplessly.

"Alright, trouble is coming from behind."

The bird peeked out, glanced at Raphael first, and then addressed everyone:

"Three vehicles, with an estimated 20-30 people, all armed."

Raphael expertly disassembled the flute, wiping away the water stains as he asked, "What's the expected contact time?"

"It will take about 10 to 15 minutes."

"That's enough. Find a suitable bend and take him out in one go."

"They."

"receive."

P.S.: I have to go to work tomorrow, and I don't want to go...

Volume 1: The World Before the Great War: Chapter 151 Unleashing a Bloodbath

Do you think you can ambush an entire organized army with just three people?

That was a bit of a fantasy. Rose turned her gaze away from the triplets who were packing their things and reached for the M16A4 assault rifle that was placed on the weapon rack.

"That's unnecessary."

She sighed upon hearing the sound, while the girl who made the sound gave a mature smile.

"Although I don't know your exact value, an order is an order. It's a directive issued by a superior to a subordinate with mandatory enforcement power. You two work for the CIA, so you should understand what you're supposed to do."

Rose sighed, resting her chin on her hand.

"Alright, once our ambush position is breached, or if the two agreed-upon communication windows are missed, then you will need to proceed to the evacuation point on your own."

Of the three sisters, the eldest, who could play the flute, came over to her and said:

"Don't worry, it's normal for the position to be breached. We're short-handed. We'll break through from another direction and leave. They're wearing heavy protective suits and can't keep up with our speed."

"Oh, I didn't expect you to say that."

"My task was to meet and escort them; it was a job devoid of personal feelings."

After Raphael finished speaking, he opened the small terminal device that was tightly bound to his chest with elastic ropes.

Satellites are satellites after all. Due to limitations in uplink and downlink bandwidth, the image data they send is often one minute slower than reality.

That's already very good, but unfortunately she wanted even better.

For example, the support from the IRS unmanned reconnaissance and surveillance platform obtained when intercepting Professor Sablov allowed for real-time video tracking, making it possible to see the enemy's every move clearly.

The CIA was unwilling to invest their limited and valuable aerial assets. Since drones were too precious, they preferred to invest in producing even more expensive tactical dolls.

Raphael spat and stuffed the explosives, detonators, fuses, and detonators into his backpack, preparing to put on an extremely beautiful fireworks show.

Even if we don't blow everyone up in one go, at least a third of them will be wiped out, and the rest will be shaken to their core. Otherwise, it will be a long and arduous battle.

With only three assault rifles and a few throwing explosives, and without the support of squad machine guns or general-purpose machine guns, they were at a significant disadvantage in terms of numbers, and their chances of survival in combat were certainly slim.

Raphael gently patted the brim of his baseball cap, signaling Asuka to move to her information position to provide surveillance and cover.

Feiniao gestured to indicate that the estimated arrival time was 5 minutes, and the number of people was still unclear.

Raphael understood the lack of information; after all, everyone was sitting in the car, and the number could only be roughly estimated from their outlines. The actual situation would have to be determined by his men.

Raphael dashed down the hillside, ducking and dodging the dead branches, and suddenly appeared on the open bend of the mountain road.

With her folding entrenching tool and the superhuman strength she naturally possesses, she can dig holes and clear weeds much faster than other human teams of the same type.

In no time, a suitable burial pit was made, then explosives and detonators were added, and control lines were laid towards the concealed location she had chosen.

"Two minutes."

The relentless countdown from the bird sounded in the headphones, causing Raphael to quicken his movements slightly.

"coming!"

"Okay, I can hear you."

The combined sounds of the turbocharger's buzz and the constant explosions in the gasoline engine's combustion chamber echoed through the valley, amplified by the processed audio picked up by headphones, making it unbearably noisy.

But that's how war is; complaining is useless, you can only try to accept it.

She checked the detonation circuit one last time, and after confirming that it was mostly disguised, she crouched down and rushed into the pre-selected concealed position.

The car engine roared steadily and deeply, and the broadcast in the headphones was calm and steady.

In this quiet moment, Raphael took two magazines out of his pocket and placed them within easy reach.

"The countdown can begin."

As usual, the birdsong was unusually calm, devoid of any emotion.

The enemy was indeed cunning; they positioned the first vehicle far apart from the three following vehicles, forcing Raphael to let them pass through the explosion point.

Well, there are still people in the Japanese Self-Defense Forces who know how to fight.

However, it was incredibly unlucky that the surviving Rikji chose to stand on the opposite side.

It's incredible.

The car's shadow moved slowly yet swiftly along the rugged mountain road.

If they were willing to turn around and descend the mountain along the route they came from, the lush mountain scenery would abruptly end after about 20 kilometers, replaced by sandy land and the open ocean.

It's still early, and the misty sand sea stretches all the way to the dazzling horizon where the water meets the sky. However, the ubiquitous litter makes the scenery rather disappointing.

The convoy's continued approach was indeed bad news, but not a devastating blow; at most, it was just an isolated incident.

Ever since learning of Nobuoyama's ascension to heaven and his home in Kyoto becoming a death zone, Raphael had conducted numerous virtual simulations of such unexpected situations. In fact, the scenarios in these simulations included scenarios that matched the current environment.

That was a huge help.

At least for these combatants who have to fight with limited resources, the battle is not so terrible; they are more aware of the risks they are taking than those who are being protected.

"Let the first vehicle pass."

Raphael coldly issued the order, "Tell the two young ladies to leave some of the ammunition and my flute pouch under the banyan tree in the northeast corner of the parking lot. Thank you."

There's no way around it. The vehicles in front and behind are too far apart. If all the precious explosives are used on the powerful reconnaissance team that clears the way, how can the dozen or so people behind fight back?

If the rear convoy is attacked and the vehicles leading the way on reconnaissance mission don't turn back, then those two ladies are on their own.

"I'm ready."

Lingyin disengaged the safety on the HK416. The red halo projected from the sight lens had already firmly framed the driver of the lead car in the rear convoy. Pulling the trigger would put him to sleep immediately.

“I’m ready too,” Asuka said.

"Detonate."

Raphael pressed the detonator three times in quick succession. Scorching flames and flying rocks instantly engulfed the three cars in the rear convoy, and then the roar of the engine penetrated her eardrums.

Rin and Asuka immediately stood up and pressed forward, which didn't look like a traditional ambush at all.

They fired at any moving shadow, lashing out with a burst of bullets at the slightest sound.

Anyway, the M855A1 bullet has a copper-clad steel core. The protection of the BMP2 infantry fighting vehicle is no problem in front of this bullet, and it still has a considerable level of lethality after penetration.

The lead van was quickly riddled with holes, bright red liquid dripping from the bullet holes and gaps in the vehicle.

P.S.: After 5 years of being a scoundrel, I've discovered I'm actually a cyber slave master. Good, good, good! (Damn, I laughed in anger today.)

Book 1: The World Before the Great War: Chapter 152 Cutting Melons and Vegetables

Lily, following Raphael's instructions, placed the necessary spare ammunition and flute pouches into...

After taking his designated position, he disregarded his sister Rose's objections and quietly crept to the edge of the battlefield to spy on the fight.

To her surprise, she discovered that two of the triplets were already pressing upwards from two directions, their attack incredibly efficient, supporting and assisting each other...

One of them even smashed the car window with his elbow and stuck his gun inside to fire at the insurgent Ground Self-Defense Force personnel who were still dazed by the explosion.

Not long ago, when Raphael played the flute, the delicate touch that belonged only to a young girl was unmistakable.

Although the elbow is the most powerful joint in the human body, even if a car window is fragile, it's not something a JK girl could easily break.

She was shocked, utterly shocked, and felt something was amiss.