When Dana was in elentary school, spy thriller films were extrely popular.
The agents on screen wore black tactical suits and carried all kinds of high-tech gear. They were agile, their marksmanship was precise, and they could enter dangerous areas as if walking through empty space. Even a hail of bullets could not stop them from completing their missions. The grand set pieces, thrilling combat, and dazzling special effects left audiences srized—so much so that many people wished they could imdiately join in and beco spies themselves.
And now, Dana found herself wondering if she was hallucinating in a near-death state, as if she had stepped onto the set of one of those spy films.
A masked man, half his body stained with blood, walked up to her and Corbett, holding a machete. In the next second, the raised blade should have co down and taken both their lives.
Instead, before that could happen, a black-clad figure descended like a divine soldier and suddenly appeared in the camp—shooting the masked man’s raised hand and shattering his palm.
What kind of pinpoint accuracy was that?!
Under the impact of the bullet, the fingers gripping the machete were severed all at once. The heavy blade clattered to the ground along with them.
“Who?!” the masked man shouted, turning his head and aiming the white mask toward the direction the shot had co from.
“Hey, Gary, long ti no see~”
Noticing the masked man’s gaze, the newcor raised a hand in greeting.
She wore a helt with night-vision equipnt over her eyes. Her outfit was a black, tight-fitting combat suit designed for mobility, with a Cordura camouflage tactical vest over it. The internal pockets and tactical belt were stuffed with various small weapons and tools. On her feet were Kevlar silent tactical boots. Fully ard from head to toe, she barely showed any skin, and only faintly through her body shape and voice could one tell she was a very young woman.
Everything about her—her appearance, stance, and equipnt—made her look exactly like a spy from a spy thriller film.
“…Ah, that voice… is that you, Everly?”
Dana and the masked man were only an arm’s length apart. She could clearly hear that after the black-clad woman spoke, the masked man’s breathing suddenly grew heavier, followed by a distinct, ragged gasp from his throat.
The newcor did not answer his question. Instead, she raised the rifle in her hands and imdiately fired at his heart.
The bullet struck the masked man’s chest. He staggered backward two steps under the impact. Before Dana could even feel a trace of relief, she saw the bullet drop out of the bloody hole in his chest. Around the edge of the grotesque wound, flesh like tendrils sprouted inward. In the blink of an eye, the injury on his chest had already healed.
“Hahaha… still the sa as always. Fire first, ask questions later.”
After steadying himself, the masked man raised his bloodstained hand to cover the lower part of his mask and let out a hearty laugh from deep in his throat.
It was a deeply disjointed scene. Even though the masked man was brutally cruel when killing, his laughter sounded like that of an innocent child who knew nothing of the world.
Unlike Dana, who still had the ntal space to let her thoughts wander in the middle of a battlefield, Everly had only one target from beginning to end—the masked man in front of her, Gary.
She fired once. Seeing that Gary did not fall, she imdiately followed up with another shot.
But this one also failed to hit him.
Gary, still laughing, twisted his body at the last mont, perfectly dodging the incoming bullet.
Everly did not panic. Her grip on the rifle remained steady. She slightly adjusted her aim and pulled the trigger again, sending a third shot straight toward Gary’s forehead.
This bullet was also evaded.
After two years apart, Gary’s reflexes had grown even stronger—likely enhanced by the power he had absorbed from those he had killed.
Everly strongly suspected he had already beco accustod to the firing pattern of this rifle. Without hesitation, she discarded the slower semi-automatic rifle and instead drew a fully automatic Glock from her lower back, unleashing a barrage of fire at the charging Gary.
“Da-da-da-da-da!”
Gary moved with remarkable agility, rolling on the ground to evade Everly’s sweeping fire.
Most of the bullets missed entirely, stitching a line of honeycomb-like holes into the muddy earth. Even the few that connected failed to hit anything vital, leaving only several bloody punctures across the masked man’s sturdy fra.
As a result, when Gary closed the distance, he still had enough strength left to counterattack.
“Hey, Everly, I have to say… when I was in the water, I couldn’t figure out the answer to that question—so can you tell now?”
The sweet, almost honeyed tone of his voice masked the faint sound of a dagger being drawn. If she hadn’t caught the “whooshing” sound of the blade cutting through the air, Everly might have failed to dodge in ti.
Fortunately, years of training had given her exceptional combat instincts. The mont she sensed sothing was wrong, her body moved on its own—she lowered her stance, bent her waist, and kicked off hard against Gary’s knee.
Even Gary was forced to stagger a few steps back from the strike. Everly, anwhile, used the montum to spring backward in a single agile leap.
The next second, Gary regained his balance and swung his arm.
A silver blade carved a sweeping white arc through the air like a dragon, narrowly missing Everly’s face.
At its closest point, the blade was only a few centiters away from slashing her throat.
This guy… he’s asking for answers, but he’s not holding back at all when fighting.
Everly’s heartbeat thundered in her chest, but her expression remained calm. Through her night-vision goggles, she locked onto every movent of her opponent, constantly tracking him for the next attack, all while quickly and precisely swapping her magazine without visual confirmation.
“Da-da-da-da-da!”
Another burst of gunfire rang out.
Once again, the bullets failed to hit Gary—but they successfully halted his advance.
Using the brief mont of suppression, Everly fought while retreating, her figure weaving nimbly through the buildings with sharp, fluid movents.
She fled ahead while Gary pursued behind her—the forr like a nimble deer in the forest, the latter like a fierce and swift wolf of the plains. No matter what techniques Everly used, the distance between them never widened; instead, it kept shrinking.
Before she realized it, they had left the densely packed buildings and arrived at an open baseball field.
Now!
Finally reaching the agreed-upon location, Everly kept suppressive fire with one hand. With the other, she silently moved her hand to her lower back, grabbed a flashbang grenade fixed to her tactical belt, pulled the safety pin, and hurled it toward the ground—
BOOM!
After a faint impact sound ca a deafening explosion. A blinding white light erupted across the open field, accompanied by a roar that made the ears ring and the head spin. Even though Everly had closed her eyes in advance and worn ear protection, she still experienced a brief “white-out” effect, her ears ringing and her balance wavering.
If she was affected like this, Gary—who had no protection at all—needed no further explanation.
In the end, he had simply been disadvantaged by ignorance. Having never encountered a flashbang before, he had not been wary of this grenade-like object.
As a type of non-lethal tactical weapon, a flashbang does not cause physical injury. Instead, at the mont of detonation, it produces an intense burst of blinding light and an overwhelming sound capable of disrupting a person’s sense of balance, attacking both vision and hearing.
Even with eyes closed, the intense light could still penetrate the eyelids, temporarily stealing sight. The explosion’s roar could also disrupt the vestibular system, causing brief deafness, tinnitus, and loss of balance.
By the ti the white spots in Everly’s vision finally faded and her sight returned, Gary was already lying on the ground, struck by several bullets.
Without a doubt, it was Old John, ambushed from the hillside, who had hit him.
This was a strategy the two had already agreed upon.
The grandfather and granddaughter traveled through the night, and by the ti they reached the campsite, it was already deep into the night.
The two of them concealed their tracks and silently infiltrated the Erald Lake campsite, only to co upon Gary—like a cat playing with a mouse—trailing not too far behind three campers as he hunted them down one by one.
Everly counted the only three remaining survivors, and her mood sank.
Based on the “four-stage theory” of horror films, when the final boss reveals themselves in front of survivors and begins openly hunting them, that is at least the third stage of the movie. By that logic, the story had already entered its later phase. Before this point, Gary must have already killed more than one person.
And in the Camp Blood film series, Gary becos stronger with each kill. This growth is not only reflected in faster regeneration, but also in overall physical enhancent—strength, stamina, muscle density, reflexes, and more.
Everly still rembered that when she first encountered Gary two years ago, his body already had strong regenerative abilities. After further reinforcent through slaughter and absorption, his current strength was likely far more terrifying.
At this point, ordinary firearms might no longer be enough to restrain him.
Considering that there were still survivors nearby—and that both she and Old John intended to capture Gary alive—Everly decided against using the rocket launcher she had used before. Instead, she leaned toward bringing out the “King of Sniper Rifles”—the Barrett M82A1.
She had used this rifle in a previous school shooting incident. Its defining features were extre range and devastating stopping power.
On the battlefield, the Barrett is often used to destroy fortifications. When specially designed large-caliber rounds strike a human target, the damage is catastrophic.
To put it simply, a shot to the head would tear through the skull under imnse force, causing instant fatal destruction. A shot to the spine would essentially rip the body apart with the sheer impact.
One rare advantage of the Barrett is that it is semi-automatic, requiring no manual casing ejection, allowing for rapid successive shots. If needed, sustained fire could provide extrely strong suppression against the target.
With that kind of power and capability, using it to violently beat Gary down was, in a sense, a perfect fit.
Unfortunately, the Barrett was far too heavy. As a heavy sniper rifle, it could not be held and fired like ordinary rifles; it typically required stable support such as a bipod or sandbags. In addition, firing it produced enormous noise and strong recoil, and it had to be used in a prone position with proper preparation and protection.
In short, the Barrett was best suited for opportunistic ambushes. In a frontal confrontation, if it failed to land a decisive hit, one had to be prepared for the enemy’s counterattack.
Thus, after discussion, the grandfather and granddaughter finalized their plan: Everly would act as bait and lure Gary into the campsite’s open baseball field, while Old John would lie in ambush on the hillside. Wearing a blindfold, he would wait until Everly detonated the flashbang before taking the opportunity to shoot Gary down with the Barrett.
The flashbang had caused Everly so harm, but not much—she had prepared in advance and worn earplugs.
Once her vision recovered, Everly shook her still-ringing head and, as if venting frustration, fired several shots at Gary’s head and limbs. Then, before Gary’s shattered brain could fully regenerate, she quickly ran to the entrance of the campsite and drove over the parked jeep.
During this ti, Old John remained hidden in the forest, observing Gary from a distance. Whenever Gary’s head showed signs of recovering, he would imdiately fire to keep him immobilized.
After the vehicle ca to a stop, Everly jumped out and headed to the open rear cargo area, where she unloaded a sturdy tal bed fra and several bundles of alloy chains as thick as fingers.
“You… hello…”
A rustling of footsteps ca closer. Everly glanced up briefly and saw the two survivors from earlier, still shaking uncontrollably as they approached.
Perfect timing. She was just thinking she could use so help—doing this alone would be too slow.
Everly said nothing more. She imdiately tossed two lengths of alloy chain to them and gestured quickly, indicating they should follow her example and secure one end of each chain into the fixed slots on the left side of the tal bed fra.
Dana and Corbett were confused, but since Everly had saved their lives, they didn’t hesitate. They quickly got to work.
The bed Everly had dragged off the vehicle was a “decommissioned item” that Old John had purchased cheaply through certain connections from a prison. It had originally been placed in an underground shelter as furniture. Since this operation required reliable restraints, it had been brought along.
The entire fra was made of solid steel, with four fixed points designed for the chest, hands, waist, and feet. When needed, prison guards could use restraints to tightly secure inmates to the bed.
Of course, considering Gary’s overwhelming strength, ordinary restraint straps might not be enough to hold him. For that reason, Old John had specifically taken several alloy steel chains from storage—chains containing elents such as chromium, nickel, and molybdenum.
Despite being only as thick as a finger and looking unremarkable, these chains were made using an integral forging process. Without welded weak points, they were far stronger than ordinary chains. Through heat treatnts such as quenching and tempering, their toughness had been greatly enhanced.
Wrapped several tis around Gary’s chest, arms, waist, and legs, these chains would make escape impossible—unless this were the later “superhuman Gary” from the film series. With the current version of the killing machine Gary, breaking free was simply out of the question.
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