"Will we get high-tech equipment in the future too?" the soldier with a London accent asked.
He looked down at the rifle in his hands, then at the Explosive Rounds Guns held by the Sisterhood, and immediately grew envious. Compared to the other SAS members who were still steeped in worry, Davis seemed far more relaxed. The City of Immortals had long since investigated his background: he liked rock music, beer, and football, and was an old acquaintance of Hunter from S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Coulson's team. He was the only soldier Mycroft had sold out who had no family, and also the youngest and most impulsive member of the team. He liked big guns that went bang-bang, and the Assault Rifles carried by the Sisterhood were clearly exactly to his taste. Ever since seeing them blast apart concrete and Vampire bodies, he had been looking for a chance to get his hands on one.
For a soldier, nothing was more precious than a reliable weapon capable of smashing enemies apart on the battlefield. Even though he was a special operations soldier, the United Kingdom government did not place much importance on SAS weaponry. Perhaps because of the unusual nature of this operation, the weapons issued to this team by the military were not particularly good. The L85A1 Rifle in his hands was far worse than all manner of rifles from the same era, let alone the more advanced, more violent, more savage Assault Rifle. After all, the Assault Rifle had been designed to shatter the defenses of aliens, Dark Magic Creatures, and even Extra-dimensional Beings. Using it on the human body was simply excessive force, and the same was true for Vampires with diluted bloodlines who had degenerated so severely that they had practically become ghouls. Their bones were completely incapable of