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#4540. Rationality
My name is Number One. I successfully stood out from the competition of thirty people. From now on, during the mission, I will only have the name Number One.
Numbers one through five are the names of our special reserve team members.
We were tasked by the wizard to complete the assessment mission he issued. There were three assessments in total, and they had already completed one, which was to become members of the special reserve team. The next assessment was to take down the gang that occupied Hank's area. All the members of the baseball boys could only complete this task by the five of them alone.
This was to demonstrate their individual combat capabilities, and the only weapon support they could be given was a pistol, a combat knife, and a tactical weapon, which they could choose themselves: a flashbang, a smoke grenade, or a hand grenade.
The choices for candidates number one through five are different, but the most undeniable thing is that they must succeed in this assessment and cannot fail.
This is their first mission as a special reserve team, and they absolutely cannot betray the wizard's trust. It is also a ticket to step into that world.
To coordinate with each other, they underwent unimaginable and arduous training, becoming elites among elites in terms of willpower and individual combat skills. Most importantly, they also possessed the ability to make calm and rational judgments, remaining calm and rational under any circumstances.
This is the most important point, because it has already eliminated half of the people, and those are the five strongest remaining.
Number One emerged from the darkness, staring expressionlessly at the baseball boy who remembered his matches but refused to return them. The next moment, a cold glint flashed in the darkness, and a tactical dagger slit open the man's throat, spurting blood that even stained his face.
"You...you..."
The man clutched his throat and collapsed in despair.
The sudden scene stunned everyone. The other two men immediately pointed their guns at Number One. However, Number One was already well-trained and his reaction was almost instinctive. When he sensed the danger, his pupils contracted and he stepped into the darkness.
"Damn it, who is that person? How did they suddenly appear?"
"He actually killed one of our men right away. He didn't seem to have a gun. We need to be careful and then kill him."
Gangs are not all the same. As a baseball boy gang that is stronger than the Hank gang or even the Iron Blood gang, its members are all quite fierce and well-trained.
All of this is thanks to the baseball boy's leader, who has always maintained strict requirements.
Just like now, even though one person has died, killed by Number One, it was only because they were careless. They would never be afraid of someone who doesn't have any guns.
Because they had guns, they could easily kill their opponents.
"You coward, you have no way to escape now. You killed one of our people. No matter where you go, we will find you, torture you, and kill you."
One of them spoke fiercely and tried to put psychological pressure on Number One with words.
After all, Number One is currently in the dark and hidden. The two of them cannot find Number One's location because it is very likely that Number One will rush out from some dark corner and attack them. Even if they have guns, they are very passive and want Number One to actively expose a weakness.
Unfortunately, their idea was destined to fail. Rationality is what the special reserve team seeks most. Now, Number One can calmly assess the situation without making mistakes in judgment or emotion for any reason.
Number One slowly lowered his breathing and presence. The darkness tonight wasn't very noticeable, as the moonlight allowed him to vaguely discern the outlines of his emotions, which caused him a little trouble.
He didn't intend to use the pistol hidden in his trouser leg to take care of the two guys directly. Instead, he chose to use his close-quarters combat skills to rationally eliminate the remaining two.
Clang!
A sound suddenly came from a corner, followed quickly by the sound of a gunshot hitting that spot.
The two baseball boys started cursing, which turned out to be a feint by number one, a sound he deliberately made.
Fortunately, it was only one person firing the gun, while the other person remained on alert.
This is the method taught to the baseball boys by their leader; their daily training consists of these methods.
This shows that the baseball boy's leader is no ordinary person; he must have another identity, not just the leader of this gang in the slum.
However, none of this mattered to Number One. He was absolutely confident that he could deal with these two people, so he could begin.
Number One cautiously emerged slowly from the darkness, his hand fumbling for the hilt of his tactical dagger. A hint of excitement flickered across his usually expressionless face, after all, this was his first mission.
...
It wasn't just Number One who was on a mission; the other special reserve team members were also on missions.
Number One's temporary responsibility is to clean up every nook and cranny, to find any possible members of the baseball boys, some informants, and some hidden ambushes.
The others were responsible for going to the baseball boy's temporary base in the Hank area, which was the original location of the New Hank gang.
That place has already been guarded by three different gangs, all within a short period of one month.
Every member of the special reserve team is an elite among elites. Tonight is a baseball boy's carnival party. Almost every gang holds a carnival party from time to time to relax the tense minds of their members.
The leader of the Baseball Boys isn't always stationed in the Hank area; he's mostly based in his own territory. Right now, the one stationed in the Hank area is probably the Baseball Boys' second-in-command, Bloodstained David!
Rumor has it that he has solid muscles, a strong body, and a wealth of combat experience. He seems to have been a veteran of the battlefield who joined the baseball team after retiring. He is known for his ruthless killing skills, especially his marksmanship, which is extremely accurate.
This is a brightly lit, three-story renovated building...
The clinking of glasses echoed throughout the room, accompanied by the faint sounds of shouting, gambling, and hand-to-hand combat.
Most of the members of the Baseball Boys were here, having their wild party tonight. Drinking rum and hugging pretty girls was what most gang members were after, and of course, they also needed a lot of money.
But they were completely unaware that danger was slowly approaching...
[I typed this chapter using voice input! It felt weird, and I felt awkward reading it aloud! Oh my god! Typing by hand is so much more comfortable!]
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