Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 1185: Secret journey

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A drop of sweat rolled over Allen's strong nose, dripped on the tip of his nose, cut through the air, and dripped onto the smooth ground under his feet. Allen looked to his right hand, and the ring member of the heavy press was tightly embedded in his arm. The internal pressure of the machine reached a weight of fifty tons. It was almost impossible for Allen to pull his arm out with his force alone. But he never compromised, he used to be, he is now.

"Good morning."

After another round of failed attempts, the lights in this room suddenly turned on. Allen quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep, and then he heard Fendi laughing. The general of the Iron Fist Legion laughed and said: "Don't pretend to be asleep, little lion. I have never seen anyone who sleeps profusely. To be honest, your acting skills are really bad."

Alan opened his eyes and looked at Fendi's nasty face and said: "What time is it now."

"Oh, I forgot that there is no sun here, nor everything related to time. People here easily lose the concept of time. According to the rules, I could not tell you, but who told me to like you so much. . Well, I can tell you, it’s 8 o’clock in the morning. There are still three hours, and it’s been 24 hours since you returned to the earth. Why, do you want to have a bottle of champagne to celebrate?"

"I'm not as good as you are. General Fendi, maybe you have to consider letting me go. You also know that I've been back so long, don't you think my family will not know about me at all?" Allen smiled and said: "Yes, before I come back, I have made some arrangements, just in case, it seems to come in handy now."

Fendi exaggeratedly held his head in his hand: "Oh my God, didn't our plan have been seen through?"

Then he laughed. He laughed until the whole person was bent, and then he shook his head and said, "You are so cute, little lion. But unfortunately, your little cleverness doesn't work in Uncle Fendi's eyes. Listen. , We monitor all the channels and communication networks related to Beskode, I can tell you responsibly, don’t say your news. Even a mosquito is resting and flying under our noses."

"I think Old Horn doesn't know that his favorite grandson is already on the surface. Maybe he thought you were fighting on the heaven star."

Allen's heart sank when he heard it, but he still said calmly, "Oh, is that right? Maybe you can monitor Bethkod’s network. What about Wolfstar that day? Could you even be able to use Marshal Greed’s network? Surveillance? Of course you want to, but I guess you don’t have that kind of ability, do you?"

The intelligence capabilities of the Red Wolf in Sirius are well-known in the Federation. Windsor Bello borrowed the Red Wolf's intelligence system to make pocket money. This is a well-known secret within the Federation. Fendi's smile froze at the moment, his expression was as if he was eating a big meal happily, but suddenly he found that he had swallowed a dead cockroach. He put away his smile and said in a deep voice: "You should worry about yourself, Mr. Allen. Yesterday they collected your blood samples. Today, they want to conduct other research. Guess what they want to know?" /

"Yesterday you said that Mr. President would not allow me to die? Well, well, although you have done your research. How much time do you have? 24 hours? I guess it won’t be more, right?" Allen looked Fendi said: "What good will this do to you? Soon, my teacher, or family. Anyone, they will intervene. At that time, if things here are exposed, it will be a part of the Federation. A big scandal. What do you think the president would do, General Fendi, or if you are in the nickname of the butcher, you will probably label the president as a lunatic."

"What do you think you are? Actually, you are nothing. You are just a scapegoat when you need it."

Fendi flashed forward suddenly and hit Allen with a punch in the abdomen. Alan opened his mouth wide, but couldn't take a breath of air. After a while, air poured in from his mouth and nostrils, and then a big mouthful of blood sprayed out from Ellen's mouth and nostrils, splashing Fendi's hand. Fendi pulled Alan by his hair and pulled him up, and whispered almost to his cheek: "Don't try to irritate me, little lion. It's no good for you. The president said he couldn't kill you, but he didn't. Can’t beat you half to death. But that’s too cheap for you, isn’t it? Yes, Windsor Bello must have done something, but we still have time, and I don’t think it will be too short. Before that, I will let you know What is hell."

He left Alan and said to the research director who came here: "Don’t you want to understand his self-healing ability today? Let’s start now, and I’m happy to participate."

Fendi took out a scalpel from the medical box held by an assistant. He walked up to Alan and pointed the blade at Alan’s eyes: "Maybe let’s see. He’s blind. Can it be restored?"

A cold sweat broke out on Alan's forehead, and Fendi grinned: "Of course I was joking." But then he cut a knife on Alan's arm, pulling out a thin, but deep wound. Allen gritted his teeth, not letting himself be weak. Fendi laughed, and took two more pliers to clamp the upper and lower ends of the wound respectively, and then smiled cruelly at Allen: "Next, let's visit the skeleton of the Twilight Son..."

He grabbed two pliers and pulled them up and down abruptly.

Alan heard the sound of tearing his skin and muscles!

He opened his mouth and let out a silent roar, and engraved Fendi's face firmly in his mind.

When a thigh in thick military boots kicked open the hardly sturdy door of the "Spirit Deer" bar, Jamie, the bartender next to him, almost called. Jamie is small, but if he needs to, he will have more than ten pistols aimed at the rude guy outside the door as long as he shouts for a while. But when he saw the sturdy figure in front of him and the rough face, the bartender swallowed the words back into his stomach.

Because the guy who came in was not offended by him, Jamie smiled and said, "What brought you here, Mr. Ron?"

Ron bared his white teeth, stuffed a few small bills into the bartender's pocket, then pulled him over with a big hand and asked softly, "Where is the old alpine eagle?"

Jamie showed a "so" expression and said: "Mr. Mountain Eagle is in the upper room, the old place, you know."

Ron nodded and strode to the top of the stairs. The wooden stairs of the bar made a creak for him, and a man on the corner was pressing a woman against the corner to live happily. He heard the footsteps cursing "Get off". Then the woman in the corner saw the man who was still pressing on him one second before, and the next second he flew downstairs and fell a dog chewing on the mud. The man stood up cursingly and was about to rush to theorize. Jamie picked up an empty wine bottle next to him and hit him on the head, directly knocking him out.

"I'm saving you, idiot." The bartender shrugged at the bleeding man.

Ron opened a door, and the warm light behind the door flooded his body and eyes like running water. He saw a round table in the room, surrounded by benches, and only a small old man sitting on it, drinking wine. An old record player next to it is playing an old song decades ago, and the time here seems to freeze, staying in a certain era in the past.

"Looking for me in such a hurry, wouldn't it be for me to accompany you to listen to the song, right?" Ron was also polite, pulling Zhang over the bench and sitting down beside the old man. Reached out and took the wine and glass on the table, and then poured a glass for myself.

The old man called "Alpine Eagle" by the outside world smiled and said: "I'm going to get some tickets to Babylon, of course the one that can't fill in the identity."

"Black ticket?" Ron grinned, "This is not easy, old guy. It's been checked recently. I have a way, but I can't help with this."

"It won't keep you busy."

"You don't understand, this is a very time, no matter how much money I don't do." Ron drank the wine in the glass and swayed: "Thank you for your wine. Next time you come to my place, I Please drink better."

Suddenly the door was pushed open, and a female voice sounded: "Please do me a favor, Lieutenant Ron."

Ron smiled, and suddenly took out a magic pistol from behind his waist and pointed it towards the door, moving faster than lightning. But when he saw the person at the door, he was stunned, and then whispered: "Miss Adele, why are you?"

It is indeed Adele standing at the door. She is wearing menswear that doesn't fit well and shrugs her shoulders and said: "It's a long story, but we can't swagger back to Babylon now, so you have to help."

"You?" Ron squinted his eyes: "How many people are you?"

Adele held up five fingers.

"This is not a small number..." Ron nodded, "Well, since it was Miss Adele who spoke, I have to do it anyway."

Adele was obviously relieved and nodded: "Thank you very much."

This is what she said from the bottom of her heart. Ron asked and agreed without asking anything. This alone was very interesting.

Ron gestured for a moment, then went to the door to call the bartender for a pen and paper. He quickly wrote a line of information on the paper, and handed it to Adele, "Before noon tomorrow, come to this address to find me. If you don’t know the road, it’s okay, the old guy Alpine Eagle recognizes it."

The old man raised his glass to Ron: "You are so kind."

"Should." Ron seemed to not hear the old man's mocking tone, and replied solemnly, which caused the latter to roll his eyes and shook his head to continue drinking.

Adele put away the note and said goodbye first. With the care of the elderly, the bartender took her away from another passage. She came to the alley from the back kitchen of the bar. Adele put on a hat, and it was difficult to see her clearly in this night. She drove a few laps in this small town and got into a garage after confirming that no one was following. This is the place the Alpine Eagle finds for them. In the garage, there are some Edwards.

They returned to Earth at noon. This journey can be said to be carried out completely in secret. Because he didn't know the latest situation of Allen, Edward didn't dare to return to Babylon rashly. Instead, he contacted some reliable people through Adele's relationship and sent them back to Babylon secretly. Alpine Eagle and Lieutenant Ron, who had trained Allen, were one of these people.