Screenwriter Mystery

"Sir..."

Washington, inside a temporary base where troops are stationed.

Soldiers led people through the patrolling guards and entered the camp where Commander Brent Miller was.

"The people from BSI are here."

Hearing the soldier's report, theater commander Brent Miller looked away from the military map in the camp and nodded at him.

"Let them in."

"As ordered, sir."

Getting the order, the soldier nodded and went out.

Immediately afterwards, Jonathan and Amanda were seen walking into the camp.

"Agent Amanda."

With the arrival of the two detectives, Commander Brent Miller's eyes swept across Jonathan's body and landed on Amanda's body for a while before he said, "To you, I have long admired your name. ."

During the Battle of Washington, the military had very limited information on the supernatural. Most of the information came from the information provided by the BSI, and the names that could not be bypassed in this information were Amanda and the team behind her. It can be said that even if Having never formally met Amanda herself, Brent Miller had already learned of her experience in various archives.

"So, what is the purpose of BSI this time?"

With a sigh, Commander Brent Miller immediately restrained the relaxed expression on his face, looking at Amanda and the two in front of him and asked.

A legendary BSI agent came to the camp of the US military stationed in Washington, obviously not just to watch the excitement.

"We need the help of the military to get inside Washington."

Hearing Commander Brent Miller's question, Jonathan didn't hesitate to tell each other the purpose of their trip.

"impossible!"

Upon hearing Jonathan's request, Brent Miller's initial reaction was to refuse.

Today, the U.S. military is in a difficult situation in Washington. In the face of the constant emergence of spirits in the DC, the military's limited firepower has reached a point of difficulty. Now it is still difficult to stand on the edge of Washington to resist the spirits that emerge every day and spread to the states. Not to mention entering the Washington Theater.

In fact, the last time combat troops entered downtown Washington for a mission was a few days ago, in order to save the son of a congressman who had not had time to evacuate from the city center.

The result of the mission has been recorded in the materials Amanda has read before. The soldiers of this squad of combat troops encountered strange spirits wandering in Washington during the mission, and finally, after paying an extremely tragic price, Just barely escaped.

As for the goal of the mission, of course, he was also sacrificed in the battle with the strange spirit.

For this, Brent Miller also received strong dissatisfaction from the congressman.

"Right now, the entire downtown of Washington is occupied by a large number of spirits. If the firepower currently controlled by the combat troops wants to enter the interior, a huge price must be paid, which is bound to have a serious impact on the borderline combat power where Washington is currently stationed. It is absolutely impossible for Fang to agree with you."

"In fact, we've got the Pentagon's consent to carry out this mission."

In the camp, Jonathan waited until Commander Brent Miller finished expressing his objections before quietly giving an answer.

"..."

Jonathan's words made Brent Miller's originally excited expression pause.

In the camp, the commander was silent for a while before looking at Jonathan Road in front of him.

"So, what's the purpose of this mission, Detective?"

"I need you to help me get into an alley in Washington."

Aside, in the face of Brent Miller's question, Amanda took Jonathan's words and replied.

"Alley?"

Hearing Amanda's answer, Commander Brent Miller's eyes flickered slightly. He looked up at the BSI agent in front of him and asked tentatively.

"So, this is a special destination, right, Agent?"

"You may think so."

In the face of Brent Miller's inquiry, Amanda did not hide too much but directly admitted the purpose of their trip.

After listening to Amanda's answer, Brent Miller's frown slightly loosened.

Jonathan, who was on the side, still had a serious expression on his face.

As a BSI agent, he knew better than Brent Miller the purpose of Amanda's trip.

[BSI-028 Bar] or its owner [BSI-029███].

After getting the information on BSI-028, it is not that BSI has tried to contact it, but every contact has ended in failure. The only unknown person who has entered the interior of BSI-028 and escaped is Oman. From the information she provided, BSI knew the danger of [BSI-029███].

As for [BSI-029███], even Jonathan didn't know the true identity of the other party because of the extremely confidential relationship.

He only knew that [BSI-029███] was a demon that had been recorded in history.

"I understand."

Instructed by the Pentagon, and clearly the purpose of Amanda's trip.

Brent Miller had no reason to refuse. He nodded silently and looked back at the military map of the Washington theater drawn behind him.

...

"Soldier, your mission goal this time is to help the two BSI agents behind me enter the downtown area of ​​Washington..."

Considering the particularity of the mission, Commander Brent Miller deployed a small team of experienced combat soldiers immediately after finalizing the operation.

"In the next mission, they will become your commanders, and all actions need to obey their orders."

"Yes, sir!"

Facing Brent Miller's order, the soldier clenched the submachine gun in his hand and answered loudly.

Looking at the soldiers with resolute expressions in front of him, Brent Miller's eyes changed slightly.

He is well aware of the dangers of this mission ~www.readwn.com~.

And the vast majority of these soldiers are likely to die in it.

Thinking of this, Brent Miller said a rare goodbye to the soldier.

"Then good luck soldiers, be careful, and never abandon your compatriots."

Hearing the commander's words, some soldiers felt encouraged, but there were also soldiers whose expressions became a little heavy.

"what happened?"

Noticing the change in the soldier's expression, a comrade in arms asked.

Faced with the question, the soldier clung to the firearm in his hand and replied with a confused expression.

"He never said goodbye like that."

Hearing this answer, the questioning soldier couldn't help but curse: "FuCK!"

Obviously, from the reactions of his comrades-in-arms, he had a premonition of the great danger of this mission.