The first thing the 50 young soldiers, who were lying neatly on the ground, did upon waking was to search for the mysterious white ghost.
They found them; the other person was standing in front of the tent.
"Attention!" Hunter, standing next to Vincent, stepped forward with a stern face.
The young soldiers immediately realized what was happening.
This white ghost actually knew their superior; the previous attack was indeed a drill.
But they were soon puzzled, because there were no signs of a battle around them, and the tent was intact.
Was everything that just happened a lie?
But what's with Hunter's serious face?
"Gene, do you have a problem?"
"No... sir, I'm fine."
Hunter's sharp gaze swept over another soldier. "Private First Class Conner, do you have a problem too?"
"No, sir, I didn't."
Under his gaze, the soldiers quickly suppressed their doubts.
This scene greatly shocked Vincent. He never expected that Hunter, who usually idled away his time and looked unkempt, would have such a stern side.
Look at those young soldiers; they didn't even dare to breathe loudly, nor did they dare to meet those sharp eyes.
Hunter turned to Vincent. "I'm very disappointed. You didn't even have the ability to fight back against a wizard."
The soldiers lowered their heads in shame.
Wait—a wizard?
Their eyes widened instantly, staring intently at Vincent, who was smiling.
Is this young man, who is only a few years younger than them, the legendary wizard?
"Hello." Vincent waved to them casually. "I'm Vincent Wayne, your future instructor."
Instructor?
The soldiers looked at Hunter with puzzled expressions.
Vincent looked puzzled as well. "Uncle Hunter —Lieutenant Colonel Ryan, didn't you inform them beforehand?"
Hunter withdrew his glare and looked at the 50 soldiers he had personally selected. "The full name of your unit is the Special Forces for Magical Affairs under the Army, abbreviated as MAST-MA."
MuggleArmySpecializedTaskForceforMagicalAffairs?
Muggle? What does that mean?
Hunter's expression was extremely serious. "MAST-MA must be kept absolutely secret. No one, not even the Queen, can reveal a single word about it."
He winked at Vincent, "If it leaks..."
Vincent wisely took out his Serpent Staff, chanted the incantation for the Fire-Making Spell, and flames even more intense than before instantly enveloped the soldiers.
"If this is leaked, you will not only face a military court, but also suffer terrible retaliation from Instructor Wayne."
Vincent's eye twitched suddenly, and he lowered his Serpent Staff to extinguish the flames.
The flames were gone, but the intense heat lingered in the air.
The soldiers answered in unison, "Yes, Commander Ryan!"
Hunter remained expressionless. "Before you officially become members of MAST-MA, you will undergo a month of rigorous training. From now on, your only task is to obey orders, understand?"
"Clear!"
Hunter's lips curled up slightly, his mood finally improving. "At ease! Don't let me hear you whispering."
He waved to Vincent and then went into the tent.
The soldiers dared not relax; they all stood motionless with stern faces.
Vincent put the Serpent Staff into the Flamel Ring, a sight that once again widened their eyes in astonishment.
"Instructor Wayne?"
"They're here."
When the two entered the tent, the soldiers had countless questions, but they only dared to think about them in their hearts.
Inside the tent, Hunter, his face expressionless, rubbed his stiff face.
Vincent sat on top of the container storing weapons. "Uncle Hunter, do you have to be so cautious?"
Hunter glared at him again, "You're fearless, but I don't want to die young."
He took an ID card out of his pocket and tossed it to Vincent, saying, "From now on, remember to use the front door."
Visitor pass? And it's temporary, valid for only one month.
Vincent looked at him with obvious disdain. "I know."
After putting away his identification, he took out the Muggle- specific Dominator Pistol from the Flamel Ring.
Hunter's eyes lit up. "It's finally built!"
Unlike those used by wizards, the Muggle -specific Dominator Pistol is painted black, lacks the flowing blue light on its body, and is also smaller in overall size.
Hunter was very satisfied and couldn't put it down. "How powerful is it?" he asked.
Why don't you give it a try?
Hunter gripped the pistol eagerly, glancing around at the items in the tent before his eyes settled on a kettle on the table.
He raised his gun in a standard stance, and the sights on the barrel displayed several attack modes as a small projection screen: normal, tranquilizer, explosion, freeze, armor-piercing, shotgun, and shockwave.
The effect is exactly as it sounds; to select the mode, simply focus your gaze on the text on the projection screen and gently touch the trigger.
Hunter selected the most basic normal mode, and the projection screen disappeared almost simultaneously.
The instant he pulled the trigger, the pale blue light leaping from the muzzle struck the kettle like lightning, shattering it into countless tiny fragments and even piercing through the tabletop, leaving a charred hole in the floor.
"This power..." Hunter stared in disbelief at the Muggle -specific Dominator Pistol he was clutching tightly in his hand.
"There's also Annihilation Mode." Vincent raised his thumb and moved it, indicating that the original hammer position was the switch.
Hunter touched the striking red circular pattern on it, and the gun immediately split open from both sides, revealing a flowing, eerie blue light inside.
The diameter of the muzzle also became exaggerated, larger than that of a rocket launcher.
He swallowed nervously. "Annihilation Mode? What's that?"
"It converts all the stored electrical energy into a real Magical Beam at once. It's not as powerful as what wizards use, but it can still destroy a small house instantly."
Hunter was stunned, immediately recalling the video clips circulating from the Berlin incident.
Compared to the white version's one and a half factory kills, the black version's power is indeed much less.
However, destroying a small house in an instant is still a bit of an exaggeration. The Muggle -specific Dominator Pistol is only slightly larger than a full-size pistol, yet its power is already comparable to that of a conventional missile.
"Uncle Hunter?"
Vincent called him several times but he didn't respond, so he simply got up, came to him, and waved his hand.
"Uh..." Hunter snapped out of his daze, carefully holding the pistol. "You said before that it was one of the standard weapons of MAST-MA?"
"Yes, there are also larger caliber guns and cannons, combat suits that can withstand certain magical attacks, plus long-range sights and flight packs."
Hunter staggered unsteadily.
With this equipment alone, they could probably fight a small war.
But this also vividly demonstrates just how troublesome the magical affairs that MAST-MA has to deal with are.
"By the way," Vincent smiled and winked, "Ordinary vehicles can be affected by magic, so I plan to design some special ones."
It even has vehicles; MAST-MA's equipment can't be described as luxurious, it's simply a dream come true.