Gently spread the body of the lifeless enemy in his arms on the ground. In the darkness, Cassia could clearly feel the warm blood still flowing between her fingers, as well as its sticky and slippery feeling. The smell of blood was there.
The quiet air spreads, and in the sensitive nose, it is as strong and mellow as the wine that has been buried underground for hundreds of years.
After waiting for a while, Cassia's suppressed body movements finally returned to normal. He then picked up the enemy's heavy body, took the modified sniper rifle, and came to the place illuminated by the dim light. p>
This is still a very young man, probably not much older than the eighteen-year-old Cassia. His face was sickly pale at this time due to excessive blood loss, his eyes were tightly closed, and his mouth was tightly closed.
The nose was pressed into a straight line, and the nose appeared unusually straight under the light.
"It's such a peaceful death." His eyes reflected the handsome young face of the enemy in front of him. Cassia watched this scene unintentionally. Such a scene often gave him a slight sense of paralysis, which was a reflection of his thoughts and cognition.
The poison, change and influence are all carried out in a subtle way. Just like the growth of human beings, every time it is a ripple that cannot be detected.
The enemy's clothes had been stained red with blood, and blood was still pouring out from the hole in the chest intentionally or unintentionally. Cassia began to search the enemy's corpse, trying to find something valuable from it.<
/p>
That sniper rifle is probably the best trophy, followed by the various bullets contained in the bullet bag, all of which have been specially processed. There are more than fifty rounds in total, not too much, not too little. And then there are
An iron piece similar to an identity card had the name of the corpse written on it - Preet Noho. Above the name was a black and white photo, looking as young as Cassia, with a pretended serious look.
There is a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. This is the age when a person is in high spirits, but now he is lying quietly on the ground. There is a row of small characters following his name, which reads "Captain of the First Team".
On the waist of the corpse, there is also a simple map that is half soaked in blood. It is not very recognizable. On it is a simple topographic structure composed of white paper and black lines, and some places are marked with red dots. These are marked
The places should be sniper point locations that have been determined in advance. There are some writings on the last piece of paper, which are handwritten words that are almost like standard typefaces. The information displayed on it is very scattered, similar to the diary, and should be all written in Puli.
Special things that I jot down on it at random.
"One of today's tasks is to find out the surrounding landforms as quickly as possible, to the extent that we can accurately find the approximate location of the sniper point even if there is no light."
"I have been squatting for a few days. Except for the occasional rats passing by the large area ahead, I have not seen any trace of anyone, except for my own people of course. But I must remember to go back to the main base tomorrow to get supplies for the next few days.<
/p>
"I came to the base again today, and when I saw the people under Noli, my mood suddenly became bad. Although I had known for a long time that the boss had joined forces with Nolida, but when I thought about the men who died in front of my eyes, how could I
I also can’t feel close to the people on their side. Rather than saying that we are allies, it is better to say that we are just evil wolves who come together for common interests.”
"More than two months have passed, and it's really boring to keep squatting at various sniper points. But the boss said that something big may happen in the near future, and the underground mine tunnel will be very lively by then. He asked me to prepare in advance." "I heard from the other captains that the discussion between the boss and Nolida has been completed today. As long as the plan goes smoothly, in a month or two, things here will be completely over. That's okay by then.
I have completely left this oasis in the center of the desert and rested for a few months in a more prosperous city outside."
There are still a few lines of writing below, and the things recorded are already his grumbling words after squatting here for a long time.
After Cassia sorted out the things in her hands and once again made sure that nothing was missing on the body, she picked up Pritt's body and threw it in a ravine not far away.
"He will become food for rats in there." He looked deeply into the bottomless pit-like darkness in front of him and murmured to himself. Cassia then looked at the time. The twelve hours since the meeting had already passed. Now it is
At three o'clock in the morning, he finished the food he had brought with him, glanced at the low ridge in front of him, and had no intention of going back.
There was something he wanted to know on it, which was attracting him just like the smell emanating from the female insect. The door to the core of the matter had been opened in front of him. As long as he used a little more strength with his hands and stepped forward boldly, he would be able to
You can see the most critical core.
Plit's diary words revealed a very important information, which is related to the interests of almost everyone. Nolida is not an enemy of everyone. He came here long before Cassia and the others, who represent the student body, came here
, before those smuggling arms dealers came here, they had already joined forces with a person entrenched in the city of Gerun, and planned some things.
If Cassia's guess was not wrong, the person who joined forces with Nolida was Flos who disappeared after entering the mine tunnel. He has been here for a year or two, and only he can satisfy Plit
The "months" stated on the message.
So if you think about it, Flos' blocking the entrance to the underground mine tunnel was just a show planned with Nolida and staged to attract people to come in.
So what is their purpose of attracting so many people? Is it just to let us kill each other, reduce our respective strength, and then catch them all in one fell swoop? Cassia feels that their purpose is definitely not that simple, and neither do those arms dealers.
Silly, everyone is restraining the friction in the darkness, but the result is not what Flos and Nolida thought.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
So Cassia always thought that they missed something important, and the intermittent information they obtained lacked a line to connect them. They needed to know what Nolida was planning.
Cassia felt that as long as she climbed up the short ridge in front of her and saw something, she would be able to completely combine all the messy information in her mind and sort out an extremely clear line. And at the end of the line,
It’s tightly tied to Nolida’s body.
But would it be something like this? A stone, or a person, or a sentence written on paper, or an ordinary scene?
Cassia didn't know what shape it would be, but she just had to take a look. She had to let the light reflected by such an object truly reflect in her eyes. This was the most basic requirement.
Just like starting a limousine, sometimes a password card is not needed, but steam as power is indispensable.
He is currently climbing on the not-so-steep low ridge in front of him. The rocks here are softer than he imagined, and the smell of the soil on it is completely inconsistent, as if it was all covered with this low mountain later.
of.
The top is not high, and Cassia estimates that it is only about 1,500 meters high. But while he must be careful about the snipers hiding around him, he must also pay attention to controlling the movement under his feet as much as possible within the minimum range allowed by the environment.
The relatively gentle slope gave him a great help in climbing. With the simple topographic map and some marked sniper points that Plit had obtained, Cassia's journey to the top of the short ridge went surprisingly smoothly.<
/p>
The wind here on the top of the ridge is stronger and more, and it carries a slight moisture. The coolness is also mixed with a smell of moist earth and a faint other smell. This smell is almost the limit of the sense of smell in Cassia.
It is hidden in the flowing wind, and is more delicate than the light smoke that will be blown away by the wind at any time.
But for Cassia, even though it is a vague smell, the familiar feeling inside is a memory that he will never forget now and for a long time to come. In the steam factory
After staying there for five years, this smell accompanied him almost throughout his youth, and was firmly rooted in every part of his body.
This is the smell of lubricant! Cassia will never forget it.