In the agent training of the Soviet secret police organization "KGB", the training of field combat personnel always emphasizes the word "distance". Whether it is assassination, tracking, or fighting, the word "distance" is always emphasized by every agent.
Skills that require top priority mastery.
In the ring with an area of 4.9 to 6.1 meters square inside the ropes, boxers control a term called "tension distance". In short, it is the distance at which the opponent can attack you if you take one step forward. You can also attack you.
Attack him and knock him down in the blink of an eye, like a bayonet thrust out of his arm.
The agents of the KGB also have their own "tense distance", which is the intuition developed in actual combat again and again. This is the "red line" belonging to the agents. Once they enter this range, any target will be dangerous to them.
It is said that they are sure to kill with one hit.
Anyone who is familiar with Andrei in the KGB knows that his "tensile distance" is five meters. This is a quite exaggerated distance, because it means that any individual who comes within five meters of Andrei will be killed instantly.
Risks, no exceptions.
But today, Andre encountered an exception.
The moment the girl moved, he felt the other party opening up a field. It felt like spider silk blown to the face by the wind, sticky. He subconsciously chanted his own field, but just before
In an instant, his penis shrank like the eye of a needle.
The girl disappeared.
Teleport? Invisibility?
Andre suddenly raised his head and his eyes quickly moved up and down to look for the figure, but suddenly he felt a tingling sensation in his throat somewhere on his body!
A red line appeared on the tall man's throat. He immediately raised his hand to cover his neck, but blood still poured out from between his fingers.
No, it's speed, extreme speed, shocking and incomprehensible speed!
When Andre understood this, the mysterious realm that shrouded the vast coniferous forest had dissipated.
Under the coniferous tree not far behind him, the little girl was holding a bone dagger in her hand, with a trace of red blood stuck to the edge of the bone dagger. Heat was rising all over her body, and the black scales were greedily swallowing like life.
Cold air.
For users of the spirit of "Time Zero", the so-called tight distance and safe distance have no meaning.
In the eyes of the control of 'Time Zero', there is only one distance.
Killing distance.
The girl looked at Andre who was not far away without saying a word, covering her throat and kneeling on the ground. The knife she just cut almost cut half of the other person's neck, vocal cords, larynx chamber to the neck bone, for tens of seconds.
Internal blood will be choked into the lungs with breathing.
Andre's back twitched twice, and then the open area quietly closed.
For ten years, maybe more, a KGB ace agent, a man who went through life and death, wandered around in various traps and heavy firearms, finally died at the hands of a girl of about eleven or twelve years old. Telling this kind of thing will probably make people
Laughing. But that’s the fact. This is exactly the power that the Red Empire of the Soviet Union dreamed of, and they relied on their hope for a comeback.
The little girl looked at Andre's back, which finally fell to the ground, clutching his throat, and walked over. Snowflakes fell from the coniferous tree above her head and fell on the back of the man's military uniform. She raised the bone dagger in her hand and pointed it at the back of her heart.
The position was stabbed.
It was at this moment that Andre suddenly moved on the ground.
He should have been unable to move with half his throat cut open, but just when the little girl got close enough to him, he suddenly turned sideways, and a pair of golden boys stared at the girl coldly.
The explosion like an aircraft gun set off a large amount of snowflakes. It was an explosion that was more tearing than thunder. In the raised snow and dust, the little girl flew backwards and rolled to the ground, turning over several times like a rag doll.
Got down.
A slender arm with thick coat sleeves flew up, hit the branch of a coniferous tree and hung up. You could clearly see that the broken arm was still holding a bone dagger tightly in its hand.
The little girl on the ground looked up blankly at the white sky between the branches. Blood flowed from the tear in her right shoulder and dyed the ground red.
What happened? Wasn't the enemy killed by him? Why can he still attack himself?
Severe pain spread across her shoulders, and the little girl's face wrinkled up because of the pain, but she never let out any wails or screams. An unimaginable uprightness made her only twitch her muscles slightly on the ground to relieve herself.
The pain of a broken arm.
There was tens of seconds of dead silence in the coniferous forest. When everything quieted down, Andre, who was supposed to have his throat cut to death on the ground, slowly stood up. His right hand that was covering his neck was also released, revealing
The blood stain on the throat is still oozing.
It's really just a little bit close.
The Makarov pistol that Andrei held in his left hand was still smoking from the muzzle, and it was not difficult to guess that it was responsible for the explosion just now.
It is exactly the same as the thunderous shooting in the wooden house. It is obviously just a small-caliber pistol but it can make a sound like an aircraft cannon, making people wonder whether the magazine is stuffed with miniature missiles. But if the Soviet Union can really do this
level, the Cold War would not have ended with the defeat of the Red Empire.
"It's really scary." Andre's voice was dull and cold, because he really wandered around in front of the stall of death.
In other words, he should have really died, but for some unknown reason, he survived and seized the opportunity of the little girl's autopsy to fight back.
But the battle is not over yet.
In Andre's sinking gaze, the little girl on the ground slowly got up. The dark scales were crawling on the shoulders of the broken arms. The gurgling blood gradually weakened until the bleeding stopped. From his sight, he could
It was seen that the rotten flesh on the severed arm was squirming and swelling like bean sprouts, constantly wrapping around the exposed pale bones.
Is that human being?
Without hesitation, he raised the Makarov pistol in his hand, pointed it at the severed arm hanging on a coniferous branch dozens of meters away, and fired.
An explosion like an aircraft gun sounded again, and the entire snow on the ground shook for a moment. Bloody rain with flesh and bones scattered in the sky fell. Lieutenant Colonel Andre and the little girl were both bathed in the blood rain.
Let the rotten flesh and blood hit your shoulders, scrape across your cheeks, and stick to your hair
The bone dagger spun and fell, right at the little girl's feet. Her face was a little pale due to blood loss, but the golden boy with lava eyes was not dim at all, and still stared at Andre with coldness and terror.
"Why?" the little girl said softly.
Andre responded with silence.
"I should have cut your neck in half."
Andre still responded with silence.
No explanation.
It is extremely stupid to be arrogant and proudly explain your own power to the enemy in battle. KGB agents who would do this would have died long ago, and the rest are real silent killing tools.
When she didn't get an answer, the little girl stopped asking questions.
"Don't pick up that dagger." Andre said suddenly when he saw the little girl vaguely bending sideways.
Under the gaze of the other party, he said, "I do need to take you back to Moscow, but I don't want to take you back as an experimental animal."
The little girl didn't move.
Lieutenant Colonel Andre lowered his gun and pointed it at the ground, "Child, there is no need for us to fight to the death. I said that the motherland will guarantee your future life and safety. This is not a lie."
"There is no difference." The little girl's lips moved slightly.
Is there any difference between Black Swan Port and the Soviet Union? There is no difference.
The little girl who knows too many inside stories about Black Swan Port knows clearly that the real investor behind Black Swan Port is the huge red empire.
"There is a difference." Lieutenant Colonel Andre said coldly, "I can see that you suffered great pain and suffering in that port, but I can guarantee that the motherland will not treat you as expendables because it is meaningless at all.
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"But we do need you." Lieutenant Colonel Andre looked directly at the little girl and said, "The motherland is now falling apart. We need hope, and you are hope. I will not convince you with any patriotism or honor, because
I guess you have never received any preferential treatment from your motherland since you were born, and you may not even have a formal identity or nationality."
"But." He said in a deep voice, "But, I hope you know that your identity has been exposed, Black Swan Port has also been exposed, countless people will find you, and you need a place to go after all! The motherland is your last
place!"
"I can't help you."
Seeing that the little girl did not take action again but communicated, Andre quickly answered, "If you can understand what I said, you should know that the motherland is now torn apart, and all scientific research laboratories have also been split up, and the results and
The research instruments were taken away, which means that the current Soviet Union cannot support the technological sources of the 'Butterfly Project'!"
The little girl looked at Lieutenant Colonel Andre silently, her expression and eyes did not reveal any trust.
"I insist on taking you back, I just want a witness." Andre lowered his head slightly, "I don't want you to have the technical achievements of Black Swan Port, what I want is evidence that the Black Swan Port experiment was successful.
!And you are the proof!”
"evidence?"
"Even if we get you, we don't have any conditions to analyze and restore your secrets! Human experiments will no longer be carried out, because all projects related to human experiments require a lot of funds and secret locations!" Andre looked at it.
The little girl slowed down her speech, trying her best to let the child understand what he meant, "Now the Soviet Union cannot provide these, and what we need most now is not technology, but a hope that can reunite the high-level collective party heart."
A hope, an opportunity, and evidence that can convince everyone to reunite.
"We will place you well and let you live with your brother." Andre continued to persuade, "You only need to provide us with information about Black Swan Port and tell everyone you see about Black Swan Port.
The results and process of the experiment, these are the only facts and witnesses you need to know about the success of the Black Swan Harbor experiment, and whether Dr. Herzog is still alive."
Andre's words suddenly got stuck.
Because under his gaze, the broken arm of the little girl's shoulder actually began to wriggle out like a snake. No, it was not a snake, but tendons like living creatures, intertwined with the new pale bones.
Extending downward, black scales cover their surfaces to protect the fragile pink flesh.
A broken right arm grew back in dozens of breaths, and the little girl bent down and picked up the bone dagger on the ground.
"I refuse." said the little girl, "don't mention that name."
The hairs all over Andre's body stood on end at this moment, and the chant in his mouth was compressed into a sharp and huge sound, reactivating the realm surrounding him!
He raised the Makarov in his hand and was about to take aim, but the girl had disappeared. Instead, she had rushed to his face at an incredible speed.
This time Andre actually saw the other party's movements clearly. The ghostly black shadow passed by the edge of his retina at a speed that was difficult for his eyeballs to catch, and passed him by!
Yan Ling·Time Zero.
In the little girl's perception, everything slowed down as the field expanded, the corners of Andre's mouth twitched, the ripples on the cuffs of his military uniform when he raised the pistol, and the drops of blood falling from his hair.
She ran forward, one step at a time, and came to Andre before the pistol was raised, and pierced the heart of the opponent's uniform with a knife.
This time, after confirming that the bone dagger had pierced the opponent's heart, she pulled it out and cut it across the neck a second time, passing him by and widening the distance.
Time zero is released.
Andre suddenly knelt down and covered his heart and throat, but this time he did not fall to the ground.
The same trick can only be used once. Little girls are not stupid.
Blood dripped on the snow. The little girl looked at the lieutenant colonel who stood up and turned around with dangerous and cold eyes and said, "Why?"
This was the second time she asked this because she really didn't understand what was happening in front of her.
Blood was oozing from Andre's throat, and there was a hole in the military uniform on his chest, but the two wounds were only minor injuries.
Minor injury?
No, this is impossible. She had clearly stabbed the knife into her chest and made sure it was completely penetrated before she pulled away.
The little girl looked at Andre's whole body carefully, and suddenly she said, "Your speech spirit?"
Andre stopped talking. The golden boy exuded an icy danger, and his whole person began to exude a ferocious aura.