Chapter 163 - The Phaseless Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Art, and an Iron Men Are Tender as Well (2/2)

“Yes! Captain’s lecture is correct. That group of pigs is no different from a group of idiots!”

The last person of the near one hundred recruits finally boarded a helicopter. The X2s’ propellers let out a roar of excitement toward war. The helicopters left the island at a speed of over four hundred kilometers per hour.

Satan silently leaned against the trunk of a large tree. He raised his head to look at the X2 helicopters that were leaving. He muttered to himself. “It would’ve been better if this boss was given two more weeks. This boss could’ve trained them some more, and they would have better chances to survive. Mute, you kid, must be calm. You will become an outstanding soldier and an extremely outstanding commander. You must not get so hotheaded that you die because of it.”

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The several X2 Combat Helicopters lashed with their enormous propellers. Waves and waves of rumbling sounds clashed and diffused the clouds ahead of them.

The sudden appearance of a mission caused everyone to have, more or less, the feeling of being caught unprepared.

The recruits had all sorts of different expressions, but all of them had faint wrinkles of uneasiness and excitement on their foreheads.

Real combat! This was completely different from live ammunition training.

Practically no one had truly experienced the battlefield. It was extremely difficult to say that they weren’t nervous about executing this mission.

Lin Ling leaned against the cabin wall of the aircraft. Her expression was just the same as during training. She was as calm as if she were fast asleep, not a hint of emotion could be seen in regards to the battle ahead.

On the other hand, Du Zhanpeng looked at the scenery outside the window with great interest. Likewise, it was very hard to tell from his body any signs of emotions in regards to any battles that might occur.

“Mute, did you already forget what Drill Instructor Satan told you?”

Snake Head looked at his companion with unease. This man had a display that could barely be considered normal before he boarded the helicopter. Right now, his entire person had completely changed into a different appearance.

A dense killing intent enveloped around his body. His two eyes, which normally carried faint grief, was now without a trace of that emotion.

In the place of his usual eyes were a pair of inhuman-like eyes. There was the glow of wildness and viciousness mixed together, often seen in an injured leopard.

If one were to lock gazes for a mere instant, one would feel a cold chill disperse from the marrow of their bones.

Mute was silent all this time. His two rows of teeth endlessly collided together, letting out thumps without end. Those weren’t clatterings that were due to fear, but rather a mix of fury and excitement.

Snake Head looked at Qin Fen, very much worried. Mute’s strength might not be the strongest among the recruits, but excluding Lin Ling, Du Zhanpeng, Du Peng, and Qin Fen, there really weren’t any who could steadily beat him in a solo fight.

Snake Head didn’t want to look for Du Zhanpeng for help. He didn’t want his own bro to become one of Du Zhanpeng’s dogs in the future.

As for Du Peng and Lin Ling, Snake Head did not think he would be able to count on them. On the other hand, Qin Fen had that steady atmosphere about him. He even received Mute’s respect during recruit training.

“Just leave him like that.”

Qin Fen’s faint words brought the same hint of grief.

Their interactions during these two weeks made it so that everyone had a fundamental understanding of each other. Qin Fen, in this very opportune situation, found out about the matter regarding Mute.

The Mute of five years ago had a happy and blissful family. At the same time, he was a youth with an open and optimistic personality. He even had the dream of becoming a hero.

But then an incident of nightmares came falling upon his world. When Mute got out of school and returned home, the scene he saw caused his personality to greatly change.

His father, mother, and even the girl who had come to his house to play—whom he was secretly in love with—all laid in pools of blood.

Not a single one of the three people had their clothing intact. Not a single one of the corpses was intact. None of them had eyes any longer. Six eyeballs had been dug out of their eye sockets, and the coagulated blood remained as scarlet red within the sockets.

None of them had tongues any longer. The attackers had feared that they would yell out and had cut off their tongues. Their clothes weren’t intact, for the attacker didn’t let the chance to vent beastly desires go.

It was as if everything in the room had stopped. Only the video camera behind the oil painting on the wall hadn’t stopped operating. Mute had placed a camera there, wishing to secretly record his family life and submit the video to the “I love my family” video competition.

A child, who was thirteen years old, shivered as he opened the video recorded by the camera and watched the inhuman scene. He heard his loved ones still whimper and shout even after their tongues has been cut out. He watched the scene of each eye being dug out five fingers, ripped out while they were still alive.

And so, the world lost one optimistic youth that day, and in his place gained a silent man who was known as Mute.

Mute looked up several materials and information and gradually came to know that the attackers who had barged in on his family were known as terrorists. Their primary target had been to seize the research material stored on his father’s computer.