Mars, who finally bypassed the blockade, saw that the fighting at the Sergeyev family residence had ceased. Less than a minute after the city guards joined the battle, the gunfire stopped.

Mars climbed up a tree, and from here he could see the courtyard of the Sergeyev family's mansion. The city guards in black were moving corpses out of the Sergeyev family's mansion. There were already places in the yard.

Twenty-seven corpses were found, and the telephoto lens on the drone confirmed that three of them were members of the Swordsmen.

Mars saw someone being dragged out by the city guards. They were far away and Mars couldn't see clearly, but the drone confirmed that the wounded man dragged to the wall was the last member of the Sword Users.

Qian Wanyuan, a name that sounds very ordinary, but he is the best young man in the Swordsmen in the past twenty years. He has only joined the Swordsmen for two years, but he has already taken over seventeen missions.

Now covered in scars, he was thrown against the wall. The city guards who dragged him over retreated to the side, and a guy who seemed to be the leader of the city guards came to his side.

·Mars, leave, leave the Eleventh Northern Fortress before dawn, a transport boat will come to pick you up.

Brother Colt issued a new order on the channel.

Mars did not move. He looked at the members of the swordsman team in the distance. The leader pulled out the pistol on his waist and pointed it at his senior brother.

The drone is collecting the sound source for Mars.

·Mars, listen to your senior brother and get out of there.

Brother Colt is still issuing new orders.

Mars blocked out his voice in silence, and then decided to let the drone that contained the sound source start playing the audio.

·Damn tower bastards, do you think you can save Sergeyev’s family?

·Without your participation, how could we lose to those mercenaries?

Senior Brother Qian was sitting on the wall and panting. His condition didn't look good. Although it sounded fine, Mars now understood that as long as the psyker still had breath, he would never run out of gas.

Performance.

Over at the mansion, a middle-aged man and a little girl were dragged out, and they were dragged in front of the members of the swordsman team.

·You now have a chance to tell who the members who came with you are, and Sergeyev and his daughter can live.

·I thought you should all know it.

The members of the Swordsman Team replied with a smile.

The leader pointed the gun at Sergeyev and pulled the trigger. The beaten man immediately fell into a pool of blood.

·Don’t test my patience and whether I still have bullets in my gun.

The ferocity of the leader was captured by the drone's telephoto lens, and the system behind him was confirming his identity.

·Why do you want to know the detailed identity of the little guy who followed us? Since you know the sequence of actions of our sword team, you should understand that he is just a harmless non-combatant.

Senior Brother Qian is also confused.

The leader put the gun on the little girl's head.

·who is he.

·I am a regular member of the Swordsman Team. How could I possibly know the name of a new student? I only know that he has a nickname called Professor.

As soon as Senior Brother Qian finished speaking, the leader pulled the trigger.

Mars' eyes were completely widened.

·It turns out you are looking for him, I understand!

As Senior Brother Qian spoke, he struggled to stand up, but the bullet from the leader brought him to the ground, and blood spread from under his body.

Mars gasped.

The work of condensing the drone's sound source continued. The leader took out a communicator and connected the communication request from the distance: "Sir, the wounded members of the Swordsman Team don't know the identity of the new member. He's from the safe house."

The clearing of the ruins is still going on. The commando soldier who entered the safe house and died in the battle used his artificial eyes to capture that the new joiner was in the safe house at that time. If he had not had time to leave the underground passage of the safe house, he would have been buried.

Inside...the four-legged security machine confirmed that there are small footprints on the roof, right...I know, I will arrange more four-legged security machines and turn on infrared search targets."

Are they looking for me?

Mars felt a chill - why did they know I was here? Why were they looking for me?

· Colt, start arranging a reliability investigation of all Tower personnel immediately. I need an answer by this afternoon.

The mentor's order appeared in the channel, and Colt immediately exited the channel.

Mars climbed down the tree in silence, and under the cover of the branches, waited until a patrol left.

·Mars, this is the mentor.

"Mentor, I'm here." Mars looked at the image projected in front of him by the drone.

The tutor's face in the camera is full of worry: "You have to leave, kid."

"Everyone is dead, mentor." Mars looked at the Sergeyev family mansion in the distance with a painful expression.

·I know what the swordsmen are facing, and you should also know that there are too many evils in this world, some of which are not something that young swordsmen can deal with.

The instructor in the camera showed more sadness.

"This shouldn't be the case, mentor." Mars bit his lip - the seniors of the Sword Team, I don't even know their names, and they don't know my name, but I saw them die in front of me.

It shouldn't be.

·Don’t worry, the mentor will avenge them, just like before.

The instructor in the camera comforted Mars like this.

"I know, mentor, but this time I want to do it myself." Mars was silent for a moment, and then Mars began to give instructions to the drone.

Soon, drones provided a floor plan of the Sergeev family mansion.

At this time, the members of the city guard had already left the mansion, and the surviving mercenaries had retreated towards the gate of the mansion.

Mars saw the leader nodded, and the city guards in the courtyard raised their guns and beat the mercenaries to death at the exit.

·Mars, kid, calm down.

"Mentor, someone must do something for them." Mars felt something burning in his heart.

·Child, a gentleman takes revenge, and it is never too late in ten years.

The instructor was still comforting Mars.

But Mars was still angry, but the anger did not drive Mars directly into the yard.

As a hunter, Mars followed the trees and approached the outskirts of the yard under the cover of night and heavy snow. At this time, the city guards had already boarded the military vehicle and were leaving.

Three city guards were reloading their guns on the mercenaries who fell to the ground outside the city. The leader was pacing in the yard with a communicator, as if he was still waiting for news.

"Commander, let's take one step first." Several city guards walked out of the mansion and appeared.

"Go, by the way, go find the military doctor Xia Logan and tell him that there are a lot of fresh goods here." The strong leader grinned.

"Yes, Commander." The city guard nodded, then left the yard. They got into a four-seater jeep and left.

Mars asked two drones to follow the car so that if the Charlie Logan medic came, Mars would be prepared.

The three city guards who were replenishing the guns of the dying mercenaries had completed their tasks at this time. They gathered around a lit bonfire barrel to keep warm.

Mars marked them with a group of attack drones, then climbed into the yard through a damaged wall.

The wind and snow were very strong, and the leader had his back to Mars. It seemed that he would die with just one blow.

But Mars did not take action because he still wanted to know more information. Hatred made Mars murderous, but wanting to know why they were in his own curiosity made Mars feel that the man in front of him was alive rather than letting him go now.
Chapter completed!