The Bear Shield Bureau's world...
Tonight, the moon looked beautiful. It hung round and bright in the tranquil darkness, its silvery light reflected from the stars spreading across the land. Even out in the countryside, where there were no streetlights, the straight asphalt roads were clearly visible without headlights.
At that moment, a long convoy of black SUVs raced along a desolate road outside the city, each vehicle less than twenty meters from the one ahead.
The road had been sealed off in advance, and not a single other car was in sight. That allowed the SUVs to tear along at nearly 120 kilometers per hour, speeding past farms with their gates shut tight and residential communities blocked off by police, and racing toward the woods farther out.
Finally,
Late that night, in a dense forest outside Washington, the Bear Shield Bureau's black SUVs—with their menacing steel bear-head insignias and hoods radiating waves of heat—finally reached their destination. Two Medivacs circled overhead as they joined the agents already on site, sealing off the entire forest.
The elite agents, clad in Kevlar riot armor and fully equipped with rifles, tactical vests stuffed with gear, and Bear Shield insignias, poured out of the vehicles. They spread out and sealed off the woods along the road, enclosing an area roughly a mile in diameter.
The headlights of countless black SUVs blazed on high beam, illuminating the forest, which still looked pitch-black beneath the silvery moonlight, and lighting up its entire perimeter. In turn, row after row of black gun barrels pointed into the woods. At that moment, any unknown person or animal that came charging out would be mercilessly swept by a storm of metal.
Because
The fully armed agents had received strict orders from their superiors: nothing alive was to be allowed