Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 815: Clue

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Talikova's small mouth opened into an o, and she looked at Lola coming out of the cave in disbelief. The breath on her body still looked weak, but she didn't have the smell of being shrouded in death before. The unnatural blush on his face has completely disappeared, and his face is still a little pale, but the usual look in his eyes has been restored. Talikova threw away Hubble and ran over, circled Lola first, and then hugged it hard.

She almost buried her head in Lola's chest, and said: "Great, Lola. Are you really all right?"

"It's okay," Laura affirmed.

"How did that person cure you? You looked very serious just now." Talikova asked, raising her face.

"Well..." Laura looked at Ellen who came out afterwards, and smiled calmly: "This is a secret."

Talikova showed two fangs: "I hate secrets the most!"

Alan also laughed, feeling suddenly, as he looked forward. A cloud of black mist surged silently, and then Belmode emerged from the mist. He looked at Laura first, then showed a deep smile. Looking at Ellen again, he shrugged and said, "Let him run away."

"Who is it?"

"Human." Belmode said, "I only fought him briefly once, but it was enough. It was a man, probably under thirty. Flax hair, glasses, and cold. Looks like, but the bottom of the hand is very hard. And very good at concealed sports, the speed is also fast, I chased tens of kilometers, but still thrown him away."

Allen nodded: "There are sparsely populated here, humans should not be active in this area. If you appear here, then you can basically be sure that the other party is coming for me."

Everyone turned their eyes to him.

Allen said solemnly: "Because he wanted to attack the target, it should have been me."

A hundred kilometers away from the valley where Allen and others are located, there is a small fire gleaming among the mountains. A group of stab dogs saw the firelight and let out a whisper like a choking. Suddenly, the stab dog was frightened by something, with its tail clipped, quickly climbed down the hill, and quickly disappeared into the night.

After a while, a person climbed up this high ground. Les cursed a few words, waved his hand, and the head of a stab dog rolled to the side of a bush not far away: "These things that don't have eyesight, don't teach me a lesson, I really think I am a vegetarian."

The stab dogs have been following them for a while, but after tonight, they probably won't have the courage to continue. Because they already knew that people like Les were not delicious prey, but creatures more dangerous than them.

The wind rang out in the darkness, Les squinted his eyes, and a faint shadow quickly approached in his sight. Moments later, his adjutant Dill came nearby with a sniper rifle on his back. Seeing a few burnt marks on Dill's body, Les' eyes became a little dangerous: "Mr. Dill, if I remember correctly. My previous order should be to follow, find, and keep an eye on ours. Goal. There should be no instructions for combat, right?"

"I acted without authorization." Dill admitted generously.

Les looked at Dill with a headache, his adjutant is definitely a trouble. Moreover, he asked for the trouble. He had personally brought out the **** who was indifferent to others and even more indifferent to himself from the death row camp. Les' proud torture methods simply didn't work on Dill. After all, no matter how clever the method of torture is, it will take effect if the subject is afraid of fear.

Like Dill, even if Les was going to kill him, he would stretch his neck to make it easier for his boss. Les stroked his forehead and said, "You will probably give me an explanation, dear Mr. Dier?"

"At that time, the target was with two Hulma women, one of whom obviously had a good impression of the target. From the emotion and behavior of the target, I made a simple assessment. Suppose I did something to that woman, It will cause him to react. At that time, I can kill him with a 70% probability." Dill reported like a machine without emotions: "But in the actual hands-on part, the reaction of the target and the appearance of my estimate Deviation, so I messed up."

"Seven percent of you are doing it? You can tell us, and then let's touch it quietly. At that time, our lovely Mr. Allen probably rode the scarlet ghost woman happily, killing him when he was so cool. Isn't it better?" Les shook his head again: "Damn it, why does he get involved with the red ghost, so I hate things like accidents the most."

"No matter what, I messed up. According to the rules you set, I must accept punishment." Dill suddenly flipped his hand and added a dagger. And before Les agreed, the dagger had already pierced into his chest. He pulled it out, and the **** arrow almost splashed on Les's body. Dill wanted to stab him again, and Les' hands had already caught him. He was a little confused and said: "There are still two knives?"

"Forget it, let's talk about the two swords after the mission is over. I still need your ability now. You crippled yourself first and I will hit a ghost?" Les frowned: "Hurry up and stop the bleeding, and then go. Tell Dun En that idiot, now is not the time for sleeping women, maybe we should set off."

Les nodded: "If we are a hundred kilometers away, we only need forty minutes. But what can be expected is that the other party will definitely leave."

"It doesn't matter, they will always be caught, as long as we hang behind them."

As Dill had predicted, when the two teams of Les arrived at the camp where Allen and the others had rested, the bonfire was extinguished long ago, but there were leftover barbecues left on the stone base. , And the skeletons of a few stab dogs next to it. While Dill was looking for Alan's trail, Les stared at the skeletons, seemingly fascinated. Dunn cursed next to him: "What's so good about these bones."

"You know what a fart!" Les scolded, but there was a gentle smile on his face, as if he was looking at his lover's naked body. He stretched out his hand, touched it lightly on a skeleton, and put his hand stained with blood on his mouth and sucked it gently: "These poor spurs are skinned for life."

"Nonsense, do those dogs still shed their skins on their own?"

"It's not that simple." This time Les did not care about Dunn's words: "Look at these bones carefully. The texture on their surface is so clean that you can't even find a knife mark. What does this mean, This represents the guy who gave these dogs a bone removal operation. He has an unusually deep understanding of the structure of living things. Every knife goes with the texture of the muscles, and the skin of these dogs is untied, just like pulling down. The zipper of a piece of clothing is so simple and quick. Dunn, if you still don’t understand what it means, I think you can go to death."

Tang En's face finally changed a little. He looked like his head was full of muscles, but it was not really the case after all. Colonel Bald still has some brains. If the person who dropped the knife had such a superb sword skill, then when these knife techniques were cast on the human body, it would be uncomfortable. Simply thinking about replacing the skeletons of those stab dogs with human bones is enough for his face to be pale.

Dill came back a moment later: "Found a cave, they should have stayed there. And this..."

He opened his hand, his palm was a bullet, naturally the dirty bullet he had shot out. Deere said: "Some bloodstains were found in the cave, which belonged to the scarlet ghost woman. I hit her, and there was no drop of the gene breakdown potion in the dirty bomb. Obviously the needle was under pressure at the moment of the hit. The medicine was pressed into the woman's body. But the body of the red ghost was not found in the hole."

"Perhaps they took it away, or maybe he, like Dunn, likes playing with corpses." Les made a bad joke.

"No." Dill directly denied his boss's thoughts. His straightforward and unrelenting approach made Dunn a smirk, and Les’s teeth were itchy, but he couldn’t blame Dill. what. Dill was such a person, even if he was killed, he would not change, and the accusation seemed weak. Dill said seriously: "I have tasted the blood she left and got some vague information. I don't know what they did, but I can be sure that the scarlet ghost is not dead and healthy."

"You mean, our genetic potion is not effective against the red ghost?" Les frowned, which is not unusual. After all, the guy who developed the medicine was also designed based on the genetic structure of most organisms. If the genetic chain of the red ghost is different from the known wide range of organisms, it is reasonable that the medicine does not work.

"No, that's not the case." Dill again denied: "At that time, I could feel that the woman's breath did change. In other words, the potion worked. But she survived, that only means , She or the target has something that can reverse genetic collapse."

"The red ghosts are not so smart. They are just savages. It must be our Mr. Allen. This is getting more and more interesting. If he has that kind of thing in his hands, I believe it is more than his life. Valuable." Les touched his chin: "It seems necessary to slightly modify the details of our actions."

Tang En said loudly: "You have no right to do this."

"Yes, I have no power. You can kill me if you are unhappy." Les said unceremoniously, and added: "But bald, it doesn't say that we can't earn extra money on missions. Don't Tell me you haven't done this before."

Tang En shrugged his shoulders: "I want 40% of the income."

"30%, if there is that thing, I will only give you 30%."

Don En snorted, and didn't refuse, he acquiesced to Rice's assignment. Les happily clapped his hands: "Okay, everyone cheers me up. I want you to keep your eyes open and find our Mr. Allen for me!"

Dill immediately ordered a few people and acted with him. These people are the tentacles of the team, and they dispersed, not letting go of any suspicious details. Under the leadership of Dill's observant and extremely cautious person, Allen's traces are being found one by one. These traces point in the same direction, but who knows whether he left these clues on purpose?