"Have all the puppies caught up?" A veteran lit a cigar.
"Everything is ready."
"Very good, then let's go."
Most of the so-called "dogs" are death row inmates from surrounding cities, as well as some nearby homeless people.
The recruits, who had a bad taste of the veteran's smoky cigar smell, were disgusted by the name "puppet".
He slapped the smoke rings coming from one side and started the armored vehicle's accelerator.
"How many puppies are there this time?" The veteran squinted and looked at the bushes covered with a layer of snow on the snow.
"There are more than 550 experimenters in total, the details are not clear." The recruits did not call those puppies "dogs", but "experimenters".
After all, there are quite a few Alliance soldiers among this group of experimenters. Although the recruit does not understand their voluntary participation in the experiment, it does not mean that he does not have the slightest respect for the wishes of these heroes.
"There seem to be more than twenty alliance volunteers."
"Their brains were damaged by the door panel!" the veteran said vaguely.
As for why they said this, the recruits had heard a little bit about it, but the veterans' words still sounded harsh.
Seemingly feeling the resentment of the recruit sitting in the driver's seat, the veteran sitting in the passenger seat looked through the rearview mirror and saw the armored vehicle scurrying behind the armored vehicle. He said: "These guys have no idea what is waiting for them.
What, the parade to superheroes? No, it’s the parade to hell.”
"To hell?" The recruit glanced sideways at the veteran.
The veteran's beard was so thick and black that the recruit could hardly see the expression on the veteran's face, but under the brim of his hat, he could still capture the deep fear and apprehension in the veteran's eyes.
"That's right, those experiments are simply not something ordinary people can bear, and those in the alliance have no intention of letting them leave there alive."
"What if it succeeds?" the recruit said nonchalantly.
"Success? In the past few years, I have never seen anyone leave there alive." The veteran looked forward.
"But... maybe... let us wish these bastards success..."
Robert didn't hear the conversation in the driver's seat in front of the armored transport vehicle. He didn't even know that he was being treated as a "puppet" by others.
As early as dawn this morning, the base of the Far North Alliance was busy gathering these prisoners who had committed crimes.
Including Robert, they were threatened by Union soldiers with machine guns in the snowy square, and one by one they entered the armored transport vehicle.
Robert didn't see General Dreykov, and he didn't know where he was going.
He originally wanted to leave this prisoner team for the time being.
But just when he was about to do it.
Robert actually saw a key figure in this copy - Natasha!
That's right, Natasha appeared in the prisoner's team!
At this time, little Natasha has not yet grown into the graceful beauty she will be. She looks like a teenage girl with beautiful short blue hair that cannot be ignored.
Robert didn't have such a good memory to remember what Natasha looked like when she was a child.
But little Natasha was indeed too conspicuous among these "big men". As soon as Robert got close to her, he came to the conclusion that she was Natasha.
"What's your name?" Robert asked deliberately.
Natasha thought she had met the smelly uncle again, and turned slightly sideways. She didn't want to answer this meaningless question.
"Natasha? Yelena? Melina? You must be one of these three names, right?"
"You! How do you know!" Little Natasha looked at Robert in horror.
"Let me guess, Natasha, your name should be Natasha, right?"
Little Natasha shook her head: "My name is not Natasha, please stay away from me."
"If your name is not Natasha, then you can't be called Alexei, right?" Robert laughed.
"How do you know? Who are you?" Little Natasha began to look squarely at the uncle beside her.
Calling him an uncle is just a stereotype that little Natasha has always had.
If you look closely, you will see that the man in front of you has a strong build and resolute eyes. From any angle, he looks like a young man. He is completely incomparable to the so-called uncle.
Little Natasha's first impression of Robert had changed a lot, but she was still wary of him.
Natasha, Yelena, Melina, Alexey...
The names of her acquaintances blurted out from the mouth of a strange man without any warning.
No matter how weird you think!
Robert shrugged: "I have no ill intentions towards you."
Someone pushed him behind him, but did not push his body. Robert seemed to realize it later and staggered forward. He walked towards the armored transport vehicle and did not forget to turn around and say: "I think,
We can be friends, comrades with guns."
He made a gun-raising gesture.
"A comrade with a gun?" Little Natasha stretched out her right hand and made the same gesture.
"It seems not bad... No, this is too strange. A man I just met is a comrade with a gun?"
Little Natasha had a strange expression. She originally wanted to stay away from this strange man, but this man seemed to have a strange attraction to her.
No matter how little Natasha diverts her attention, at a certain moment when little Natasha thinks of this man's face, she can't help but want to get closer to him.
Little Natasha still walked into the same armored transport vehicle as Robert.
She sat next to Robert, very boldly.
"What's your name?" Little Natasha asked with interest when she saw Robert was deep in thought.
"Robert."
"Robbie?"
"Robert." Robert emphasized.
"This name is much easier to remember than Red Guard, don't you think so?"
Little Natasha burst out laughing: "The joke you told is really not funny at all. I really want you to chat with Alexei now. I want to know how embarrassing it was at that time."
"Trust me, that's not fun."
Robert looked weird. Facts have shown that there is indeed no interesting chemical reaction between him and Alexey.
"By the way, Robert, are you Alexei's comrade-in-arms? Did Alexei send someone to take care of me?"
Alexei's comrade?
Robert raised his eyebrows, did little Natasha actually think of him like this?
Yes, otherwise it cannot explain why he knows the names Natasha, Yelena, Melina, and Alexey.
If you think about it carefully, it is true that only Alexey's comrades understand the people around Alexey so well.
Little Natasha is understandable for thinking so.
And Robert is also happy to use this relationship to narrow the distance between him and little Natasha.
"Alexei's comrade-in-arms? It shouldn't be counted, but he and I should be considered friends. If you want to say that I am Alexei's comrade-in-arms, that's no problem."
Because, in the real world, I am fighting side by side with Alexei right now.