At the intersection of Iran, Afghanistan, and Turkmenistan, in the midst of chaos and crisis, darkness is breeding, and evil is proceeding unchecked.
In an ordinary and peaceful village, the usual tranquility has been shattered, and a tragic scene is unfolding.
A group of armed terrorists, like greedy hungry wolves, bare their fangs at this helpless village.
The terrorists search the village house by house for villagers. Their target is never money or food, because they know these poor, pitiful folks have nothing!
These terrorists have only one goal, and that is people, living beings.
The people in the village are herded like lambs to the slaughter by the terrorists to the village square. The elderly and children, men and women, are sorted by the terrorists.
After sorting, the terrorists will transport these people to different destinations by vehicle, in batches.
They will take the men away to work as forced labor; women will be a resource, a hot commodity, a circulating currency - they will use women to exchange for things they want, and children are the most important, the terrorists will take them back, brainwash them, and then use them as personnel reserves for the organization.
As for the elderly... what use are these old folks? The lucky ones will be left in the village to await death, and for the unlucky ones, what's wrong with wasting a few dozen dollars to make everyone happy?
Raiden slowed his pace as he approached the village, slipping quietly into the village under the cover of darkness. With the help of the Dragon's Roar of Life Whisper, all life forms were exposed to Raiden eyes.
So, Raiden could easily avoid all the terrorists and enter the village quietly without alerting anyone.
"Dad! Mom!" Cries of anguish filled the air in the village square.
Innocent children cried out under the evil claws of the terrorists, they didn't want to leave their parents, they were afraid.
Fragile mothers wailed, their homes on which they depended were being torn apart, the families they had devoted themselves to were being harmed, the people they loved deeply... were about to leave them.
And the strong, hot-blooded fathers, they might choose to resist, but their resistance seemed so futile, pale, and powerless.
But fortunately and unfortunately, they would not be killed, because the terrorists still needed to continue exploiting the value of their lives.
Only those weathered elderly, they neither cried nor made a fuss, they were unmoved, they stared blankly at everything before them like walking corpses.
Perhaps they had already experienced such a scene... maybe they were survivors of a disaster.
Perhaps it was their parents who were once taken away, or their siblings or children, but now, they would once again feel the pain.
But this is their fate, because they can't escape, they have nowhere to run, they have no way to leave this place, to escape such a tragic fate... these are all byproducts of war.
"Dad, dad!" A boy broke free from the terrorists' grasp, wanting to return to his father's embrace. His mother watched this scene with her eyes wide open in horror, for she knew that her child was no longer running towards the safe harbor of the past, but towards death.
The child father quickly stood up from the crowd and ran over to embrace the child, to prevent the terrorists from shooting his child directly.
The terrorist who had let the boy break free and run away, watching the father and son hugging tightly, felt a burning pain on his face... How embarrassing, to let a small child escape from his grasp!
The terrorist walked over angrily, kicked the father away, then grabbed the boy and threw him behind himself. The boy fell heavily to the ground.
Seeing this, the father quickly got up from the ground, wanting to rush up from behind to snatch the terrorist's gun, but was knocked down by another terrorist with a gun butt.
That group of hot-blooded male villagers, watching the scene before them, looking at their familiar friend, at that adorable child, couldn't help but become agitated. They wanted to resist, they wanted to fight to the death.
"Kneel down! Don't any of you fucking dare to move!" A leader-like terrorist hurriedly fired two shots into the air and roared. The scene immediately calmed down.
The leader looked at the gradually calming crowd and breathed a sigh of relief. After all, these people were all equivalent to money. It would be too painful to kill even one. However... the leader turned his gaze towards the man being held down by his subordinates in the center of the open space.
It was all his fault. If he hadn't come out seeking death, how could it have almost caused these people to rebel!
The leader walked over, full of anger. He wanted to make an example of him!
The gun butt was smashed hard against the man's nose bridge. From the sound, it must have broken.
The man fell to the ground, covering his nose and wailing in pain. Blood flowed everywhere, while his child and his wife were crying and screaming heartbreakingly nearby.
Seeing this, the leader showed no signs of softening. He directly bent down, grabbed the man's hair, and smashed his head hard on the ground. Then he raised his gun, loaded it, and aimed! The gun flew...
At the moment when the leader loaded the gun and was about to aim and shoot at the man, a gust of wind whistled past, and the gun in the leader's hand flew away.
The terrorists on the scene looked at each other in bewilderment, while the boy being held down nearby and the man wife took this opportunity to rush over and embrace the man. The family hugged tightly.
"What just happened!" The leader looked at his empty hands in disbelief and asked his subordinates, who also shook their heads in confusion.
"Bang!"
The sudden noise startled everyone. The house behind the leader collapsed with a rumble, raising a cloud of dust.
"Cough cough!"
A figure walked out from the dust-covered ruins, spread his hands towards the leader with a friendly smile, then looked around nonchalantly.
"Who are you!" The leader questioned harshly.
The surrounding subordinates raised their guns and aimed at Raiden.
"One, two, three..." Raiden pointed at one terrorist after another with his left hand, while in his right hand, a sword was faintly condensing, gradually becoming solid.
"Who exactly are you!" The surrounding terrorists, seeing the flaming sword that appeared out of thin air in Raiden's hand, all took a few steps back and asked with trembling voices.
But Raiden completely ignored them, gesturing and muttering to himself.
"All standing? Then this height is just right. Waist-high, hiss! Beautiful!"
As he spoke, Raiden raised his sword but before he could make a move he saw the fear in that boy eyes. The child tightly embraced in his parents' arms, his eyes were filled with terror.
Raiden sighed, slowly lowering his sword. The terrorists, reacting a step too late, all fired their guns at Raiden at that moment, but the bullets were blocked by an invisible shield three meters away from him.
The bullets hung silently in the air, unable to pose any threat to Raiden.
Seeing this breathtaking scene, the terrorists immediately reacted, grabbing nearby villagers and pointing guns at their heads to threaten Raiden.
Raiden calmly observed the scene before him, his expression unchanged in the face of the hysterical terrorists shouting at him in rage.
Under Raiden slightly moving lips, elements floating in the air were slowly and silently entering the terrorists bodies through their ears, noses, and throats.
Then...
"Thud"
In the somewhat terrified eyes of the villagers, the terrorists fell to the ground in unison, lifeless.
Looking at the still-shaken villagers, Raiden face displayed an innocent and friendly smile.
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