Toyokawa Shoko doesn't want to become a witch

"Government, public?" Thinking of the gunshots outside, Xiangzi's anger suddenly flared. "You call yourselves a government? What kind of government are you? You've killed so many innocent people!

"Massacre? You say massacre?" The man's tone wavered slightly. "How can you use that word to desecrate our desire for peace? What I'm waging is a fight against terrorism targeting the government and our people, a holy war."

"Government, government, who has ever recognized you as a 'government'? The United Nations? In my opinion, the people you kill and kill are your own people." Xiangzi clenched his fist tightly around the gun blade, his temper growing increasingly violent.

No, that's not right.

Xiangzi squinted, feeling a strange sense of familiarity with the scene before her. A strong feeling of déjà vu; she felt as if she had seen this scene somewhere before.

"What is the United Nations? They are the ones who sell us weapons, yet they wantonly trample on our culture, scorn national self-determination, and label us as terrorists... We have lived together with different peoples for so long, yet those despicable and shameless imperialists have turned our country into this... Yes, why have we become like this?"

The man suddenly started talking to himself.

"Tolerance and multiculturalism are what we should be like... Yes, it's all terrorism, it's all terrorism's fault... No, no, no, dealing with them doesn't require such a large-scale purge, security is more than enough... Why did it turn out like this?"

A look of doubt appeared in his eyes, and his calm expression turned panicked. His previously stagnant tone vanished, replaced by a sorrowful air as if he were a widower who had just lost his wife.

"Can you tell me?! Why did it turn out like this?!"

The melody of "Moonlight Sonata" becomes increasingly urgent, gradually building towards its climax.

Xiangzi's impatience had almost reached its peak when the gun blade left a bloody mark on Ahmed's neck.

"Shut up."

"Please, tell me, why did I kill so many people?!"

Shut up!

"Why?! Why is this happening?!"

“I am not a nun, I have neither the right nor the intention to listen to confessions. Your confessions will only disturb my ears. No matter who you are confessing to, or which religion's deity you are speaking to, if that religion has hell, you will definitely go there—”

Etc., etc!

Xiangzi's pupils shrank to their smallest size.

She must have seen this scene somewhere before!

It's not just these words... it's not just these words!

Mami! Mami's behavior is exactly the same as his!!

"Please—tell me—!"

Unbearable.

Xiangzi slashed with his knife, splattering blood from the carotid artery onto his body, onto the trembling, contracting pupils, and onto the ground, creating a vivid picture. Before Ahmed could suffocate, he quickly jumped off the table, dragged Ahmed's body onto the carpet, twirled the gun blade in his hand, adjusted the tip, aimed at Ahmed's heart, and forcefully stabbed it down.

In an instant, red blood bubbles appeared in Ahmed's mouth, and his eyes widened to their maximum size.

Xiangzi gasped for breath, gripping the blood-stained gun blade tightly.

swoosh————

Just then, a whooshing sound came from the night sky. Something pierced through the red-hot clouds and fell like a meteorite.

—"(Xiang, air raid!!!)"

Xiangzi suddenly looked out the window. Streamlined objects were falling from the sky, making a series of whooshing sounds, and only opened their parachutes when they were almost at the ground.

Dong Dong Dong Dong——!

A series of heavy thuds echoed outside the window.

Just then, Miaomeng burst in and saw Xiangzi covered in blood, clinging incredulously to the window, looking out at the black, streamlined object that was falling and tilting its firepower toward the ground.

"Xiangzi, what's wrong?!"

"There are other people! And not just any people!" Xiangzi had no time to pay attention to Ahmed's body; her attention was entirely focused on the falling object.

That wasn't a missile; it was something else entirely.

Xiangzi suddenly remembered where he had seen these streamlined things before.

Inside the military base in Okinawa, there is a high-tech tactical device called "Intrusion Sheath," which is only in prototype form and is specifically designed for high-altitude low-jump tactics.

That is, H·A·L·O (High Altitude Low Opening).

What descended from the sky were... American special forces.

Their goals are probably the same as yours.

Ahmed...

No.

It's Medine.

The Tale of Reincarnation: The Path of Fall, the Road of No Return: Chapter 582 Rebecca

—"Notify everyone on the aerial seaweed: We are about to arrive at the landing site. Prepare for a 'high dive'!"

The soldiers, who were focused on preparing inside the cockpit, heard the pilot's communication voice.

No matter which angle you look at the plane flying at an altitude of 10,000 meters, it looks like a piece of seaweed floating in the air. It is rectangular with a slightly wavy feel, and it blends into the night with its dark color. Unlike seaweed, this piece of seaweed flying in the sky is 100 meters long and its two ends are bulging, with jet engines inside.

Viewed from satellite orbit, this aircraft presents a magnificent sight. It should be classified as a flying wing aircraft, like the B-2 or F-117, although its wings are indeed rectangular like seaweed, making it look quite unlike a typical aircraft wing.

This design resulted in a large carrying capacity, and the interior of the aerial seaweed was bustling with activity.

At this moment, inside the fuselage, on the rack that should have been carrying bombs, were several biomimetic fiber intrusion sheaths.

Rebecca was incredibly busy preparing for the landing. The pre-landing checks were numerous, and she was always overwhelmed by them. The proper functioning of the intrusion sheath was crucial, as it directly affected whether she would crash to the ground and be smashed to pieces, so she couldn't afford to be careless.

After the examination of the incision sheath was completed, the medical team approached and inserted a syringe into Rebecca's nose. They had done the same to other special forces soldiers wearing high-tech combat suits before.

"Sigh... I'm not that delicate, why are you making things so complicated?" Rebecca sighed.

“This is routine, Miss Rebecca, please don’t make things difficult for us.” The field medic handed her two contact lenses.

Rebecca shook her head and put on her contact lenses.

"Our captain is much more delicate than us rough men," joked the soldier next door who had penetrated the sheath, as he put two drops of something that looked like eye drops into his eyes. "Who would have thought that a girl with pigtails who's only 1.5 meters tall would be our captain? Don't you think so, Alex?"

“Williams!” Rebecca said with a displeased expression.

Her full name is Rebecca Clavis. She is nineteen years old. When she became a magical girl at the age of thirteen, she was still a street urchin, fighting with her brother for powder with people from the next street. When she was fourteen, her gang was wiped out by the SWAT team, and she was recruited into the army because of her magical girl identity. She has been working in the government's "cleaner unit" for five years and is a real veteran.

The Cleaners are a special unit that does shady business, from dealing with scandals for big shots to assassinations.

As Williams, the soldier who just put in the eye drops, said, she is the captain of this operation.

Including her, there are a total of eight intrusion sheaths in the belly of the Sky Seaweed. Seven of them are well-trained special forces soldiers, and one, herself, is a magical girl.

"Haha, isn't this contrast quite interesting?" The soldier called Alex turned around, smiled, and shrugged. "Captain, you're the last one left. If we don't put in the 'eye drops' soon, it'll be too late."

"Yes, yes, I understand." Rebecca sighed and put on her contact lenses.

“Next, Captain.” Williams tossed his eye drops to Rebecca.

Rebecca caught the flying eye drops with her eyes closed, and their actions angered the field medic who stood aside, arms crossed in displeasure.

"How many times have I told you not to litter?"

“Go tell those greenhorns, hahaha—!” Williams laughed as he lay down into the intrusion sheath.

Rebecca shook her head and put the "eye drops" on her eyeballs.

The eye drops are not meant to make the eyes wearing contact lenses more comfortable. When the drops come into contact with the contact lenses, the body's electrical potential and the molecular arrangement of the liquid are integrated, causing the contact lenses to adhere tightly to the surface of the eyeball. At the same time, the nanomaterials in the lenses are activated, and the test results appear in Rebecca's field of vision.

"Everyone, check the 'virtual membrane'." Rebecca activated the tactical data link for all soldiers, checking the test mode that covered the thin film on the surface of the eyeball.

The contact lens traces the test model onto the pupil. The cabin is filled with a silent yet excited atmosphere as the soldiers prepare to land. Against this backdrop, geometric patterns and text are arranged and overlapped, and the complex test base pattern bounces around like the square window in a Windows XP screensaver.

These are augmented reality tactical glasses that allow soldiers to access various information more easily. Simply put, they are the Plus Ultra Pro Max version of the Pokémon GO machine that ordinary people play on—of course, it's an internal special edition.

Rebecca blinked uncomfortably, closed her mouth, and tapped her front teeth together, triggering the mini keyboard attached to the back of her teeth.

"(Everyone, confirm the mission objectives one last time, and test the communication system at the same time.)"

"(Target A: Ahmed Hassan Salad, capture him alive if possible, kill him if necessary. By: Williams)"

"(Target B: Medion Hermes, capture alive, key target. By: Alex)"

"(Very well, to reiterate one last time, our mission is a classified operation. No international law can defend us, and if we die far from home, no one will claim our bodies.)"

"(receive.)"

"(receive.)"

.......

Rebecca lay down in the coffin.

She was referring to the invading sheath—this biomimetic, muscle-shaped capsule was no different from a coffin to her. The field medic came over and closed the opening of the invading sheath.

The light disappeared.

The intrusion sheath was lifted up by the shelf, causing a slight vibration, indicating that it should be completely secured to the shelf.

Rebecca lay in her sheath, eyes closed, listening intently to the sounds around her, her fists clenching unconsciously. Her equipment differed from the others; aside from essential communication gear and an M870, Rebecca carried almost no other weapons, and the M870 was merely a personal preference of hers.

After all, she's a magical girl.

Even as a magical girl, Rebecca couldn't help but feel nervous whenever she went on a mission. She took a deep breath and felt the sheath vibrate violently, completely securing her to the airdrop device.

The mechanical sounds resumed, accompanied by a depressurization alarm. The sound of wind, like tearing cloth, grew louder and louder as it blew through the outer wall of the sheath into Rebecca's ears.

"Let's go, Captain," Williams' voice came through the headset.

In an instant, Rebecca was launched into the air.

She was already very familiar with the feeling of free fall.

Led by her, the eight intrusion sheaths pierced the thick clouds like arrows. Inside the cabin, Rebecca listened to the huge rumbling sound produced by the friction between the sheaths and the clouds, silently calculating how long it would take to land.

Suddenly, the rumbling sound disappeared.

The intrusion sheath reached the area beneath the burning clouds, where the clear sky above had turned into fiery orange-red clouds.

Even after reaching below the clouds, the intrusion sheath did not deploy its parachute. After capturing the opposition's stronghold, the Ahmed government redeployed its air defenses. If they had deployed their parachutes at an altitude of over 1,000 meters, they would have been torn to shreds by anti-aircraft missiles before even landing.

If there is an intrusion sheath, they might not be able to fully deploy their parachutes even at a distance of less than two hundred meters, no, even fifty meters.

Eight sharp arrows appeared brightly in the armed forces' field of vision, piercing through their supposedly reliable air defense network. The sheaths deployed deceleration plates, slightly reducing their descent speed, and three machine guns emerged from the sides of the sheaths, providing fire support to the armed forces on the ground.

12.7 caliber machine gun bullets rained down from the sky, tearing the creatures around the landing site to shreds like strips of cloth.

The intrusion sheath deploys its parachute less than 100 meters from the ground. The specially designed parachute opens even faster, the internal mechanisms of the sheath unfold, and four landing legs extend from the sides of the intrusion sheath, gripping the ground firmly the moment of impact.

The bionic muscles make the intrusion sheath look like a living, breathing person landing with their legs bent, coming to a powerful stop on the ground, just like a hero making his entrance in a movie.

The virtual membrane transmits the camera's view from the intruding sheath to Rebecca inside the cabin.

She saw four or five soldiers lying near the landing site, riddled with wounds, their bodies reduced to bits.

Three automatic machine guns continued to fire bullets in all directions, tearing apart any enemies that tried to approach. Only after the word "Clear" appeared in the virtual membrane did the hatch finally pop out.

"Clavis, land." Rebecca burst out of her sheath and hid behind a nearby building.

The remaining seven people also landed one after another. From the time Rebecca landed to the time when all the sheaths began to decompose, less than fifteen seconds had passed.

This design is intended to prevent the technology from falling into enemy hands. The bionic muscles are deprived of the enzymes that maintain their vitality and instead begin to decompose automatically. The electronic components are burned by the secreted bio-acids, and in just a few seconds, nothing is left.

Upon landing, the road suppression drones disassemble from their sheaths. Each intrusion sheath is equipped with a heavy machine gun drone and two intelligence drones. Their cameras can be synchronized with the virtual membrane and can also serve as relay stations for local area network communication.

"Get to work, guys."

Rebecca grinned, pulled out the M870, and revealed a bloodthirsty smile.

Seven heavily armed special forces soldiers, under the cover of a swarm of drones, launched a furious mopping-up operation against the surrounding enemies. Every bullet struck cleanly and decisively at the torso and head, even the young soldiers were not spared.

Compared to child soldiers, they themselves are nothing more than higher-end commodities; from the very beginning, they excluded these children who were either forced or voluntarily placed on the shelf.

The boy soldiers let out a roar that was unique to children, a high-pitched roar like that of angels. This kind of sound should have been heard in the choir, but now it was frequently heard on the battlefield. They raised weapons that they could not control at all and fired in Rebecca's direction.

Da da da!

Two bullets to the chest and one to the head; the bullets struck the child who rushed out from around the corner with perfect accuracy.

The special forces soldiers steadily advanced towards the mansion, eliminating any enemies that came into view.

These special forces soldiers are the most valuable commodities on the shelves. Their brains are inhabited by nanobots developed under the guidance of Kyubey or some magical girls. These nanobots play a similar role to the Soul Gem, shielding them from pain and reducing their dopamine secretion, making them the most ruthless killers.

However, occasionally things happen that they can't handle. That's when Rebecca needs to step in.