Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 198: No room
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The helicopter lowered the height, and the propeller blew huge winds and waves, sweeping the branches above the head to sway, and the turf on the ground was also pressed into a circle, and there were grass blades and dust everywhere. I had to put my arms in front of me, lest I would eat the dust. There is nowhere to land it here, but the distance is low enough.
I dragged the soldier’s hood into my arms, raised my left hand, and the hook shot from the armband accurately grasped the edge of the helicopter’s hatch, and the small electric motor began to rotate, slowly pulling me Up.
The helicopter just hung me in the direction of the target. When I flipped into the cabin, Tang Fei gave a whistle.
"That's great, Crow." He said, "But I have a question, are you a sniper?"
"Of course not." I denied it, because I was just a sharpshooter who used his ability to eat.
On the way to the coordinate location, no trace of the enemy was found. Ketang and Bajing and I mentioned the abnormality that we found in the enemy, but no one could explain why these soldiers appeared here. Are they enemies of doomsday truth or friends? The base camp of Mal Jones's house is being blocked by the dog troops of Doomsday Truth, and the actions of these soldiers seem to be helping each other.
But one thing is certain, these unusually strong soldiers must have something to do with the Fandog army. Their physiques and behavior patterns are too similar.
"Maybe the Mar Jones family is part of the truth of the end." But Tang jokingly said, "It's just that today is their Independence Day."
Ketang's argument is not that there is no market for Ranwen Novel Network.
So far, the internal composition of the Doomsday Truth is not yet clear, and no one knows who its core is, how many members it has, and where its headquarters are. Most of their actions are carried out by the Goat Union and the Fan Dog Forces, but everyone believes that the large and small criminal organizations that carry out terrorist activities in the name of Doomsday Truth are somewhat disconnected from them.
"It's up to you what is going on, crow." But Tang said, "I have a hunch, this time we hit a big fish."
"The earliest prophet--this was originally a dangerous predator." Hakjing said.
I didn't wear a helmet and kept the height of the helicopter below 100 meters. At this distance, my "circle" can provide good information feedback. When the helicopter started to decelerate and hover, I had already sensed the wounded in the col, and it was not the three previously detected, but five, of which two had become corpses, and the remaining three seemed to be left. Take a breath.
There is also no place to park the helicopter in this location, so I jumped from the cabin again and stepped on the branches to buffer. This behavior seems too bold to others, but I believe that there is a risk-taking gene in my body. What I am doing now is not more dangerous than climbing and sprinting on walls and trees when I was a child.
Compared with the past, my body is now much stronger in terms of balance and flexibility.
The treetops made a clattering sound, and I easily used the elasticity of the branches to jump back and forth, and within a few moments I found the wounded person hiding behind the bushes.
They are indeed ours. Although I can't name them, I vaguely remember their looks. The movement of my landing made one of them very nervous. This person was the only one with mobility. He struggled to grab the pistol, ready to give me a bullet immediately in case.
"I am a crow." I said hello in advance through the bushes.
In the perception of "Circle", his body suddenly slackened, his arms lost their strength, and the sound of the pistol falling to the ground was clearly audible.
"You... anyway, finally coming..." He replied intermittently with a voice that was as weak as a mosquito and ant, looking very weak.
Behind the bush is a recessed land, but it is not formed naturally. The traces of the fighting cut off the land. The scorched ground is full of holes, and the soil becomes a blocky purple-red after absorbing blood. A man and a woman lie not far away from the man. Their bodies are covered with wounds after the fierce battle. The woman’s abdomen is pierced by a dagger. The man has only one arm left. If he could not feel the weak breathing occasionally, he could completely separate the two of them. Treat as dead.
Not far from them, there are two real dead people. A corpse seemed to have been splashed with sulfuric acid. Judging from the clothes, it was obviously a soldier of the Fandog army. The other one was beaten into a sieve, except that it did not have a net hood, and the uniform on his body was no different from the soldier he had encountered before.
It seems that before we arrived, a battle involving three parties had already taken place here, and no one except the people on the scene knew what happened.
There is no room to speculate about the situation at the time. The seemingly still-sounding man can still support for a while, so I quickly walked to the dying man and woman to see what else I could do. They had lost consciousness. I put my hand in front of their noses while taking out the first aid items from the tactical bag, but at this moment, the man’s vitality was cut off.
A sad mood rose from my heart. I didn't dare to pull out the dagger from the woman's abdomen right away, so I could only put the wound medicine around the dagger first, and then gave her an analgesic. But her injury was very serious, and the delay in treatment was too long, and she had lost too much blood. No matter how first aid she was, it was a dead end.
"No, don't bother...please, then...that woman...is a spy." A man's voice came from behind.
He said something shocking, and he is doing something more shocking. Although I was carrying him, my eyes could not see his movements, but to prevent the enemy's sneak attack, my "circle" was always on. When I was about to suppress my doubts and turned around, the man suddenly returned to light and suddenly grabbed and fell beside me. The pistol was pointed at me to trigger the trigger.
Quick sweep
I can instinctively enter a high-speed state, just can see the bullet flying out of the muzzle. In front of the tree trunk that was in a straight line behind me when the bullet was fired, I had come behind the man and pointed his head with "Miaofa Lianhua".
The accident happened too unexpectedly, but one thing was very clear, this man wanted to kill me. Attacking one's own companion at this time is obviously not a friend's approach. Recalling the word "spy" he said before, I no longer believe him.
"Who are you?" I said angrily, "Don't quibble."
One blow failed, and the man completely lost the last trace of strength. The pistol fell to the ground again, and his body leaned slantingly on the ground, breathing air greedily.
"Me? I...I'm...the Security Service Secret Service..." Before he could finish, I stepped on his mouth with one foot.
"Don't fool me."
Although I don’t know whether there is a secret service in the Security Agency, the Security Agency’s rules are very clear and the discipline is very strict. As the officially appointed deputy captain of this branch, this man has no reason to attack me.
"Ha, ha, cough, cough, cough..." A mouthful of blood spilled from his mouth, and he put his hand into his jacket pocket, "I, I have evidence, I...I will give you..."
Although he appears to be adamant, I don't believe him anymore. His behavior and speech made me feel bad, and this person is very concealed. I directly buckled the trigger and burst his head like a watermelon. If he had evidence, I would search it out myself, and the results made me feel fortunate, because I took out a small device from his jacket pocket.
It was a suicide bomb that was kept by the Security Bureau. Once it was detonated, dense steel **** would fill the space of three hundred and sixty degrees within a five-meter radius. If I hadn't gotten the speed of the Internet, I would definitely be torn to pieces.
This guy wants to shame me when he is dying. The more I thought about it, the more I became angry, but a calm voice told myself that the word "spy" he said was not groundless.
What happened in this small mountain col is much more complicated than I thought, but the only person who can answer is the dying woman. In any case, she must find a way to save her.
Although the man who had just been killed by himself kept saying that women were spies, I don't think he was telling the truth.
I said to myself, Gao Chuan, think about it carefully, what else should I do. As a result, a flash of inspiration really made me think of an idea. I took out a bottle of purple-red potion from the tactical bag. This was one of the three bottles of "paradise" seized from the hands of Truth of Doom.
Graystone is not something anyone can take. It is powerful, but it is also too intense. According to statistics, people who have not entered the doomsday illusion without the burning fiction network have no chance of surviving by directly taking graystone. More than ten percent. However, the "paradise" with the greystone ingredient has a higher universality, and the ability to strengthen human body functions is not inferior to a certain extent.
The best example is that the goat guild used it to n* peripheral members. The deceased Shirai senior was once transformed into a dangerous assassin by a special enhanced "paradise". Although I am not sure whether the "paradise" given to ordinary people by the goat union has been diluted, but now only this drug has a chance to save this woman's life, although it is likely to have sequelae afterwards.
The woman’s injuries were so bad that it was impossible for her to fly thousands of miles in a helicopter to the hospital in the city. Thinking of this, I made up my mind, came to her, twisted the bottle of the medicine, and squeezed her mouth. , Pour the fuchsia potion into it.
The effect of the medicine soon began to occur. The woman's body twitched, and the wound in her abdomen lost blood again. I had to pull out the dagger, lest the internal organs were broken by the sharp blade under the force of the twitch. After about a minute, this convulsion began to ease, and the massive blood loss did not take her too much life, as if a blood pump was installed in her body. Immediately afterwards, the wound showed signs of closing.
Did it succeed? I feel a little nervous. The answer to me was the woman's slowly opening eyes.
This is a woman of obviously Asian descent. Her face was pale and her eyes lost her luster due to serious injuries, but she finally woke up. Her mouth opened, and there was hardly any voice from Ranwen.com to spit out.
"Hey, hold on, I am a crow." I stretched out my palm and shook it in front of her eyes, and soon saw her dilated pupils gradually condense.
"Crow...crow..." she repeated faintly and hoarsely. I saw her nervous and anxious expression in her eyes. I think she saw this expression too.
"You will be fine." I comforted her.
"Between...spy..." Her lips trembled a few times, but I could only hear the word.
But her body recovered faster than I thought. After a while, she can turn her head slightly. I lifted her upper body, let her lean on my chest, pointed at the man who had just been killed by myself, and asked: "What happened? This man wants to kill me."
"He... is..." The woman's throat was like a piece of burning charcoal, and she swallowed stiffly. I immediately gave her a bottle of glucose solution, and her expression was soothed again.
"He is...a spy..." the woman said laboriously, "not...our...person."
"He just said that you are a spy, but I think, I can trust you, right?" I asked, eager to figure out what happened.
The woman nodded slowly.
"Infernal Affairs..." she said, turning her head to look at the corpse lying elsewhere, a complex emotion appeared on her face, "Search him..."
I hurriedly put her back on the ground, came to the body of the man I killed, and started looking for his pockets, but apart from the lighter and the odds and ends of the documents, there was nothing useful about it. Harvest, but when I turned the corpse over, I found the mark of the Mal Jones house—a deformed cross on the back of his neck covered by his long hair.
It's completely certain now, this guy really wanted to fool me, trying to provoke my relationship with the Security Agency when he died.
At this time, the woman whose breathing became easier told me that something might be hidden in the calf of his left foot. I don't know how she speculated, but now is not the time to question in detail. I took out the dagger, slit his left foot muscles, and dug out a fingernail-sized chip like a plastic chip.
"He, he is not ours, and I don't know which organization he comes from..." When the woman spoke, her face improved a lot, struggling to prop up her upper body and covering her abdomen in pain.
"It's from the Mar Jones family." When I answered, I saw a surprised look on the woman's face, and it seemed that she knew very little.
"What is this?" I asked.
"Probably, it was the data disk... he stole... the results of the Security Agency's research." The woman frowned.
"What about you? Who is it?" I stared into her eyes.
"Security Agency...Secret Service..." My oppression did not take effect. The woman's expression was very calm, "I suspect he is a spy. I have been investigating for a long time, but there has been no Ranwen.com. Grab his feet."
"Don't have a certificate from Ranwen.com?" I asked.
"No certificate from Ranwen.com." she said.
"You have to know, this is not as convincing as Ranwen."
"You can **** me back to the cyberball." The woman showed a pale and confident smile, "You saved me."
As she said, I rescued her, not to take her life again. It doesn't matter whether I believe her or not, as long as I bring her back to the Internet ball, someone will naturally be able to open her mouth. However, I still want to hear what she says.
"What exactly happened here?"
"A very common thing... a spy war." She replied lightly, "This was an accident. I didn't expect that this... team had so many spies mixed in." She glanced at each of them. Two corpses in the uniform of the Fandog and similar to the soldier’s uniform said: "The guy in the Fandog is ours."
Later, she briefly explained the ins and outs of the matter-when the signal in the town was interrupted, and there was a radiation and virus response, the man named "Deken" who died in my hands asked for further testing. At this time, no one except this woman was wary of him. Because this man has always been known for "being the same", his decision this time also complies with the operational safety regulations.
Shortly after they arrived on the highway, they were attacked by Doomsday Truth. In order to distract the enemy, they were divided into two groups. Deaken, a woman and another companion went deep into the forest, while the remaining three tried to follow Drive along the highway in a roundabout way. Everyone believed that they would definitely not be able to break through this line of defense, could not reach the city, nor could they return to the town, but the people who stayed in the town would soon notice something was wrong, and as long as they successfully delayed the time, they would be able to get support.
Dyken and his team successfully got rid of the chasing troops of the Fandogs. Now I want to come to ~IndoMTL.com~ It should be the undercover agent placed in the Fandogs by the Security Bureau who interfered with the pursuit plan. But the disaster did not end there. They were attacked by a soldier who was suspected of being a Fandog army, who was lying not far away in a uniform similar to that of the Fandog army.
"He is probably a soldier of the Mar Jones family. I suspect that the Mar Jones family has something to do with Doomsday Truth." I said.
"Then things are very clear, he is here to recycle this thing." The woman stared at the chip in my hand and said.
"What's inside?" I pressed the chip hard, and it was very firm.
"I don't know, but the man was a little overwhelmed and admitted that he was a spy."
"You said, you have been suspicious of him?"
"Yes, this is my job, but Ranwen Novel.com has never caught him." The woman said bluntly.
The situation at the time was very complicated. The security bureau fought a deadly battle between the undercover agent in the Fandog army and the Mar Jones family soldier who came to collect the information, and "Dyken" took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack on the woman and another colleague. As a result, everyone Both lose.