The message has been sent out. In two hours, this place will probably turn into a sea of fire. The mountain fire caused by the explosion will definitely spread very widely. When it is extinguished, not only the surface of the mine, but also the entire mining base of the rebel forces will become
into ruins.
The painful groans of the other four people could be heard in the ears. Some people were silently bandaging their wounds, or tying a rope somewhere on their limbs, using the most primitive method of stopping bleeding to prevent them from falling down on the way out due to excessive blood loss.
Without the strength, actively contracting muscles to compress blood vessels to stop bleeding seems like a luxury.
Some people were picking out the shrapnel embedded under the skin piece by piece in the dark, while others, like Wimmer, simply sat down against the tree trunks, not thinking about anything, and resting as efficiently as possible.
A sigh resounded in his heart. Weimer lowered his head at this moment and glanced at the route of escape, as if he expected Evan to catch up at this moment with a swaying pace. He knew that this was impossible and was attacking.
When the third anti-aircraft weapons launch pad was launched, Evan became a corpse. The enemy's speed and movements should not be ignored. Weimer thought about the possibility that everyone would stay there tonight. But the enemy's support was not as strong as he expected.
The coincidence gave them a chance. It was also under this circumstance that Evan's death opened a gap.
"Mr. Soriato," Wimmer thought of Cassia. He knew very well the reason why the enemy could not immediately support him. "I wish you good luck." This is the only thing Wimmer can do now, although
Until now, he still doesn't quite understand the reason why Cassia would help them. Speaking of being a competitor, Weimer can only reluctantly believe it now.
Coughing out a mouthful of blood, Wimmer pulled out a rope from his clothes and wrapped it tightly around his leg. He was shot in the calf. Fortunately, it was a shot fired by an ordinary soldier in the rebel army, and it only caused a penetrating wound.
I didn't feel anything just now, but as my body relaxed, all other feelings that had been completely suppressed by the tension began to surge up.
"Let's rest for ten minutes, and then continue to evacuate along the mountains." Wimmer said, panting, "Tonight, we may be able to see the beginning of the internal war with our own eyes."
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Patrick covered his severed left hand and hid among the many supplies inside the huge cavity, carefully observing the surrounding movements. The left arm was almost cut off along the shoulder with a sword, and the incision was so smooth. Thinking about it now, I still feel
He felt a little panicked. If he hadn't been alert before approaching, and if Danielle had injected a lot of boosting medicine when treating his injuries, causing the body and spirit to be in a certain degree of excitement, Patrick would not have suspected that it was broken.
It's my own neck, not my left hand.
In a short period of time, the enemy had changed their identity. He found the clothes of a rebel soldier somewhere and put them on. After making a basic disguise, he deceived everyone with an excellent performance. Including himself, Patrick walked towards the container.
Think while moving forward slowly.
We don’t know the enemy’s appearance, we can’t feel his breath at all, and even his body temperature is controlled by the enemy like an ordinary soldier. We don’t know how the enemy suppresses his body. Based on common sense, between surgeons,
The more you focus and observe more carefully, you will be able to feel that the other person is the same type of person as you.
But it failed on the enemy. He came here with about a dozen of his personnel. Patrick obtained the layout plan from the team defending here. When he was about to consider which points were beneficial to defense, a soldier who stayed beside him appeared in front of everyone.
Unconsciously pulled out the tactical knife.
He escaped the fatal attack, but everyone else turned into corpses in a very short time, including the dozen or so team members he brought with him. The distance that was not opened became a field shrouded in death, and Patrick ran forward.
Less than ten meters away, I turned around and saw a pile of fallen or falling bodies.
Then a tactical knife flew over and stabbed himself in the leg. The wound of the stabbing was not very deep, because the enemy's purpose was still to destroy the communicator he was carrying. It was this time when he turned back that Patrick finally had the opportunity to communicate with him.
It takes time to clearly see the enemy's face after being simply disguised.
Not understanding the sudden heart palpitations at that time, Patrick immediately hid in a pile of supplies. All the scenes in that short period of time became continuous photos and were stored in his head. Only then did he have time to match them one by one with the memories in his head.
I want to find out whether the enemy is a member of that knight's squire.
His red face began to sweat from the constant matching of memories. The complete information about the knights and squires that the family had read carefully was being flipped through in his head at an alarming speed. Soon, all the knights and squires and
The group's information was completely compared, and Patrick did not find a specific target.
But a sore-like feeling had spread from his heart, and it took Patrick to take deep breaths to alleviate it slightly. Patrick knew that he had seen this face, or something similar.
"It must have been that I didn't pay attention when I saw it, and then it was passed by me at will." Patrick thought, his face turned even redder. The temperature sensing range was increased to the maximum in the cross-pupil state, but none of the temperature images represented the enemy.
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"Damn it, surgical development to control body temperature. How many surgical development projects have the enemy carried out? How can that kind of strength and speed be achieved by exercise alone without special surgical development projects to strengthen it?" The thoughts in his mind began to be confused.
, Patrick pulled out the ultimate alloy dagger he was carrying, always on guard against attacks that might come from any direction.
The brain is under extreme pressure. Patrick needs to remember who the enemy is as soon as possible, so that he may have a chance to know the information about the enemy's surgical development project and find a breakthrough point in his current situation. The medicine he brought has been inserted into his body, but
The needle is artificially blocked by muscles.
Although Patrick has always wanted to try out the feeling of the potion, when it came time to actually use it, he still hesitated: "I can still wait. With the enemy's speed, it is obvious that he can catch up with me by then. But the distance has passed now."
For a few minutes, there was no movement. He definitely couldn't find where I was hiding. Based on the traces of bleeding blood, he should be able to determine the approximate scope of my presence in the warehouse. If he investigates carefully, he will definitely get results.
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"But why..." At this time, he noticed that the wound stabbed by the tactical knife on his leg had not yet healed, and the damaged communicator was still in his trouser pocket, "Danliel! Do you have so much confidence in yourself, Danlil?"
If you can't contact me, I will definitely come over. The enemy is ready to solve all the troubles at once,,,I was underestimated,,,"
He thought so in his heart, but Patrick still had no definite judgment in his mind about whether Danielle would be able to defeat the enemy with him even if he arrived here.
"That kind of strength and speed, it seems that there are many surgical projects developed on the body, and it doesn't look like a normal surgeon at all. Unless it is accumulated over time. But the other person is very young, either because of the youth of the surgeon's physique, or of a normal age
"What other possibilities are there?" Patrick took a deep breath and reminded himself not to panic, "Experiment? It seems that the only way to passively improve is through biotechnology, regardless of the consequences and side effects."
"But as for experiments,,," Patrick's words were interrupted by sudden thoughts at this moment, "Experiments,,,those experimental subjects,,,Mr. Zero,,,"
"No way, it's definitely a dead person! The family even sent a team to investigate the scene! But,,,but,,,"
"My luck doesn't seem to be very good." Patrick finally gave up and his body relaxed, turning from tight to limp. He muttered to himself, the muscle holding the needle loosened, and a tube of medicine was injected into his body. Two
Within three seconds, as the potion spread throughout his body, dark red lines like lava began to appear on his skin.
"You must take this message out, otherwise Captain McDonald will face the risk of death when he comes!"