Virginia, a secret surrounded by barbed wire and high walls Training Ground.
The sun hung in the sky at noon, but it didn't bring much warmth.
The old general was wearing a military green jacket, holding half an unlit old cigar in his mouth, with his hands behind his back, standing on the cement observation platform on the second floor and looking forward.
Next to him stood several entourages wearing officer's coats, and a Vought International representative wearing gold-rimmed glasses and carrying a black briefcase.
Below is a particularly open area, full of mud and cement obstacles for the heavy-duty Training Ground.
Standing here and looking down, it's full of people.
A thousand soldiers who had just finished taking this round of medicine, all shirtless, formed a long and orderly queue on the dirt floor under the scolding of a few veteran officers.
A thousand people stood together, steaming from their bodies, no one moved, no one talked to each other.
This group of people is completely different from the star heroes who squirmed around on TV in the past and had to bring nannies and public relations teams with them wherever they went.
They don't have those colorful close-fitting leather jackets on them, and they don't even frown when facing the wind and rain.
All soldiers had a layer of blue-black hard skin underneath their flesh, especially on their shoulders, elbows and knees, where hard scales had grown, and a short dark red hard horn sprouted from the center of their foreheads.
At first glance, he does not look like a serious person who grew up eating whole grains, but like a thousand upright evil wolves released from an iron cage.
"Put down the solid cement wall over there."
The old general bit the cigar in his mouth to one side, making a very crisp sound.
The officer at the control desk directly pulled the switch.
With several loud booms, ten solid walls made of thick cement and steel bars fell from the air and landed firmly on the ground, blocking the front of the queue.
The soldiers on the muddy ground didn't even hesitate for half a second. The hundred people in the front row followed the instructor's whistle and stepped on the mud directly into it.
There are no red or blue special effects lights, nor any shouting moves.
This is the head-to-head confrontation between the most solid bones and thick cement.
Accompanied by a series of thunderous explosions, those solid thick walls that could shut down the roof of a conventional infantry vehicle were directly smashed into several large cracks by the hundreds of horned men in front using the short horns on their shoulders and foreheads.
Gravel and dust were scattered all over the floor.
The soldiers who hit the front had a piece of skin rubbed off their shoulders, and blood was seeping out, but they didn't even say a word, let alone retreat.
He pushed his back hand against the wall and used the short hard thorn on his elbow to collapse the thick cement block connected to the steel bars in a few strokes.
The hundreds of people at the back followed the wall holes and gaps and stepped forward one after another. Their fighting positions were clearly defined, and their backs were protected in front and behind. There was no need for officers to crack the whip behind.
"Okay, it's money well spent."
The officer in charge of the army's logistics nearby looked at this scene and smiled so hard that the wrinkles on his face squeezed into a flower.
"This is the tool that the military really wants! If they don't get angry with us, they can hit us wherever they want. Let alone fighting in the field, even if they are thrown into the city alleys to demolish houses, they are a hundred times better than those pretty boys who only knew how to pretend to cry and laugh in front of the camera."
The official turned his head to the Vought representative wearing gold-rimmed glasses, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder:
"Your boss finally did something practical this time! It seems that the first batch of one thousand people didn't adulterate the water for us. Let them keep up their momentum. No matter how the medicine is used in the future, people have to be watched by me. Even one thousand people can't be missing."
The old general spit out the dry cigar foam in his mouth, reached out and knocked twice on the cement railing at hand.
He is really satisfied.
"To tell Edgar, I am very satisfied with the first batch of 1,000 people, and they are very easy to use."
The old general tilted his head and confessed to the smiling Vought representative.
"Tell the workshops at the bottom of your company to be quick. This is just a base figure. We need to push the team up later. Don't let me shrink the raw materials. The finance department will transfer the tens of billions in the previous account directly to your account tonight."
The representative nodded repeatedly, bent down very low, pressed his fingers quickly on the small tablet he carried with him, and smiled so hard that he never closed his mouth.
Stimulated by this big order, the lights in the core laboratories on several floors of Manhattan and Vought Tower were kept open for almost 24 hours.
The military expenditure of 30 billion is just the beginning. Larger batches of pharmaceuticals mean that they need several times more raw materials than before.
Once the appetite of capital is fed, it is impossible to stop.
The piece of Magical Forest in the north of New York that was finally pried open could no longer satisfy the Vought International assembly line in just a few days.
The instructions given by Edgar in the office were very natural and cold:
Expand the search scope, and capture all magical creatures that are outside this world and possess strange energy, no matter where they are.
On the third night.
New York and several surrounding suburban counties are no longer just a few armored vehicles coming in the morning.
Vought International's hunting team worked in shifts, driving black heavy trucks and large trucks disguised as cold chain transporters deeper and further into the hidden mountain forests.
The coordinate book provided by Joseph has been turned to the last page.
Those rare animal dens that were originally protected by a few Aurors and old-fashioned magic circles were overturned one by one by these Mutant Soldierss with poisonous horns and scales.
Next to an abandoned mine dozens of kilometers away from Long Island.
Two young Wizardss were preparing to feed a large group of Mooncalfs in the dark. Before they could even take their Wands completely out of their trouser pockets, they were pinned to the mud on the spot by four Mutant Soldierss who jumped out from behind a big tree.
The tip of the horn with paralyzing venom easily pierced the thick robes on their shoulders.
The young man didn't even shout out a spell for help. His whole body became limp and turned into boneless noodles. He could only watch helplessly as those monsters with green crusts swarmed into the hidden cave at the back.
It didn't take long for the chaotic whining of a group of frightened animals to be heard inside, followed by the sizzling sound of a high-voltage stun gun.
This is not an evenly matched battle at all, but a highly efficient, modern sweep.
Wait until midnight.
Vought Tower Deep below, in the floor of the workshop dedicated to sorting and inventory, a large fan was turned to the highest setting and roaring overhead, but it still could not remove the strong smell of blood.
As soon as the big elevator door opened, several flatbed trucks with wheels were pushed out.
This car is full of good stuff.
There was a box containing two green and black sharp horns about two feet long that were still sizzling with air-conditioning;
In the thick foam box next to it, there is a stack of thick hairy bast that has just been peeled off with a sharp knife;
Walking further inside, in the glass jar, several large purple-red blood clots were pulsing in the water like hearts.
Several experimenters wearing sterile suits and thick masks were holding barcode scanners, just like shopkeepers buying pork at the morning market, standing next to the weighing scale to pick items one by one.
"No. 410, two pairs of large raptor claws, plenty of weight, can be sent directly to cramps."
"No. 412, eight pieces of armor on the back, no big holes, so it's considered first-class skin."
"No. 413, living body, take it for blood drawing."
With many people and quick hands, the assembly line runs endlessly without stopping for a minute.
On the flat cement floor, the carts that were pulled one after another made many sticky dark red paths.
An old cleaning man wearing a one-piece waterproof pants took out several large buckets of soapy water mixed with strong alkali from the side, grabbed a high-pressure water gun, aimed at the patches of dirt, and started blasting away.
The white water splashed on the mud and blood, making a rustling sound.
The messy, thick blood and debris flowing out from the bodies of various strange mountain beasts were driven down by the white foam, turning into streams of muddy water that went down the small slope of the ground.
Finally, it swirled along the cracks in the big leaky fence, and nothing was left. It all fell into the thousands of hidden sewer pipes underneath New York.