After returning ho, Blaine spent so ti getting familiar with the bow he had just received.
This bow was currently perfect for use — very well-suited for a Hunter at his current stage.
He practiced with it for half the night.
Then, Blaine imdiately booked a direct flight to the Middle East for the next day and went to sleep.
Everything he had arranged was in perfect order. He wouldn't allow any room for error.
The next morning, Blaine placed the Hunter suit, bow, and over a hundred arrows into the Hunter space, packed lightly, and pretended like he was going on a long trip, heading for the airport.
He did his best to act casual, just like a traveler on vacation.
Though… going to the Middle East for a vacation was a bit odd.
Boarding the plane.
He was on his way to the Middle East.
Blaine looked out at the drifting white clouds. His expression was calm, but his heart was full of turmoil.
Strictly speaking, this was his first ti carrying out a mission.
And it was a highly dangerous one.
Just thinking about how he'd be facing terrorists soon made him feel a bit nervous.
But nervousness aside, he wasn't afraid.
Blaine's personality ant he would never take on a mission he wasn't confident in. If he accepted a task, it was either because he could complete it with 100% certainty, or because he was sure he could keep himself safe — even if he failed, he could retreat unscathed.
The Hunter suit was his main source of confidence in this mission.
His racing thoughts eventually cald down.
And before long, Blaine fell asleep.
With no acquaintances on the flight, it was quite boring — aside from watching movies or TV shows, there wasn't much else to do.
But compared to watching movies or shows, Blaine figured he might as well get so good rest.
By the ti he woke up again, the plane had already landed.
He had arrived at the Middle Eastern airport.
The Middle East wasn't exactly a peaceful place, but even in chaotic regions, there were still areas that had developed reasonably well — like around the airport.
But Blaine wasn't here to sightsee.
Noon, the next day.
In a naless desert sowhere in the Middle East.
The wind and sand stung the eyes.
A man in a black hooded cloak, face deliberately hidden in the shadow of his hood and carrying a bow and arrows on his back, was walking through the sandstorm. If soone were observant enough, they'd notice that it was as if an invisible barrier surrounded him, keeping the sand and wind completely at bay.
That man, of course, was Blaine.
He believed he had found the place he was looking for.
He stood amidst the wind and sand, narrowing his eyes.
His vision, enhanced by the suit, had beco incredibly sharp. Through the fine dust and wind, he could clearly see the scene hundreds of ters away.
There was a small mound over there.
Unlike the other dunes, this one had an entrance — and five heavily ard n standing guard outside, watching vigilantly.
These weren't just lightly ard thugs.
They were dressed in tan military uniforms with bulletproof vests, holding AKs, grenades at their waists, and radios for communication. They looked more like a regular army unit than bandits.
Nearby, Blaine also saw crates of military equipnt.
And this wasn't just any ordinary gear — these weren't typical guns.
Judging by the markings on the boxes, they contained rocket launchers and missiles!
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Blaine wasn't too surprised — he had expected this.
After all, these were the terrorists capable of taking down Tony Stark. The backing behind them was imnse. Rocket launchers and missiles in the Middle East? That's nothing.
Without hesitation, after confirming everything one last ti, Blaine slowly began walking directly toward the dune.
Tony — must be killed.
The terrorists — must also be killed.
Though they were here to kidnap Tony, in Blaine's eyes, they might as well be protecting him. So, he had long since decided to wipe this group out.
Blaine didn't bother to hide his presence. But with the blowing sand and poor visibility, it took a while before the five guards at the entrance noticed him.
"Who's that guy?"
"Is he headed toward us?"
"If he gets any closer, shoot him!"
A man dressed so strangely, walking alone through a desert sandstorm and looking like an assassin, was definitely unsettling.
But the ones guarding the entrance were all veterans — none of them were rookies. After an initial mont of tension, they cald down quickly.
They didn't fire imdiately because they weren't sure if Blaine was coming directly at them.
Of course, don't get it wrong.
Whether or not he was coming for them didn't matter. The order from above was clear — if anyone discovered their presence, that person had to die. If soone escaped, they'd all be buried with him.
They weren't holding fire out of rcy. They just wanted to wait until the target got closer so they could make the kill more certain. If they sohow missed, they'd just chase him down in a vehicle.
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