“Failed again!”
Inside the small dark room, three consecutive failed assassination attempts sent chills down the spines of the top military brass.
They felt the sharp blade hanging above their heads getting closer to their necks, and it could chop them off at any time. This horrific result made their faces paler, and until now, no one dared to speak.
"It's an open conspiracy."
Chris Vajir spoke into the silence, his voice trembling.
"This is an open conspiracy! I told you there was a problem a long time ago, and now it seems to be true."
The Black Soldier Organization was assassinated again and again, and Max got out of the car again and again. They didn't figure it out at first, but now even a fool knows what's going on. It's obvious that they want to find the mastermind behind the insect-man research program, but Max didn't confess, and they want to use Max to fish.
Neither side was satisfied with the result of the fishing.
This was a blatant bait, but they had to take it because if they did nothing, they would be dead when Max confessed everything.
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General Woodick was sweating profusely: "What do you say? All my soldiers are dead, don't you have any good ideas? If you have any tricks, use them quickly, this is the end of me!"
Woodick didn't care whether it was an overt conspiracy or not, and whether his men would be captured alive had nothing to do with him. He only cared about how to kill Max.
Even Chris Vajir, the calmest of the three, had a look of despair on his face.
They had no intuitive feeling about the combat effectiveness of the black soldiers before, but now it seems that the elite combat effectiveness among ordinary people is nothing in the eyes of the black soldiers!
The black soldier was so strong, which was far beyond Chris Vajir's expectations.
They were all a little desperate, and felt that it was a foolish dream to want to kill Max. But what else could they do if they didn't do it
Just when everyone was in despair, Woodick's walkie-talkie rang.
Woodick turned on the intercom, set it to loud volume and placed it on the table.
"General, the situation has changed! This time there is only one black soldier protecting Max!" The scout's voice came from the walkie-talkie, and the scout's words broke through the atmosphere of despair, making everyone in despair look up immediately!
"What? A black soldier? Are you sure you're not mistaken?"
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"Yes! I'm sure! There was only one black soldier, and he is now escorting Max out of the car and walking towards the residential area outside the square... No one is following him!"
When Woodick heard this, his blood boiled and his eyes flashed with excitement!
“This is a good opportunity…!”
"No, wait, I think there's something fishy going on!" Chris Vajir raised his hand to stop Woodick from jumping up excitedly. "There were two elite black soldiers protecting Max before, but why is there only one left now? After three assassination attempts, each one more powerful than the last, how dare they send only one person to protect Max?"
Indeed, the situation is quite strange.
It was so strange that no one spoke in the small dark room for a while.
But General Woodick was still excited: "Is there any need to think about it? They just want to lure us into the trap! They are also afraid that we will fail too many times and dare not take action. If that happens, they will lose the ability to capture our people alive, so they are simply bolder and directly let a black soldier protect Max, and want us to continue to send people to assassinate Max!"
Woodick's voice couldn't suppress the excitement in this small dark room.
"The two black soldiers provided perfect protection, but if it was just one black soldier, it might not be so easy. This is our chance!"
"What you said makes sense, but I still think there is a problem." Chris Vajir always felt that the Black Soldier Organization would not be so stupid.
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It was important to capture a live person, but the only live person they could capture was the assassin they sent out. How important was that? If the black soldier failed to protect him, wouldn't it be a loss
Chris Vajir made his concerns known.
Caroline also thought about it for a while, but she came up with a conclusion that was consistent with the strange actions of the Black Soldier Organization: "On the surface, they only sent one Black Soldier, which seems to be less protective than before, but... what if this Black Soldier is stronger than the previous one?"
"That makes sense..."
Jackson was completely at a loss. Listening to everyone's discussions, he just felt irritated: "Stop talking so much! Do we have any other options now besides continuing the assassination?!"
Chris Vajir and Caroline opened their mouths and shuddered.
They found sadly that there seemed to be no way out.
Jackson glared at Chris Vajir. "Chris Vajir, I know you still have a trump card in your hand, right? If you don't use it now, there will be no show! As Woodick said, there is no better opportunity than this!"
Chris Vajir gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it... Now it seems that I can only use Compound 199..."
The other three were shocked: "You still have Compound 199 on hand? Aren't they all in the lab?"
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Chris Vajir gnashed his teeth and said, "Haha, idiots, do you really think that I, the director of the institute, would not hide some of it? To tell you the truth, I was originally planning to secretly train a group of my own troops after it was safe, so I hid a batch of Compound 199. I didn't expect that I would have to use it in this place now."
Compound 199 was a byproduct of the research institute's research on insects. It could temporarily enhance the physical abilities of soldiers. However, excessive use would have side effects, and some of the body tissues might become insect-like.
Now was not the time to hide anything, so Chris Vajir made a phone call and began to arrange for the connection with General Woodick's death squad.
After the call, Chris Vajile had a distressed expression on his face.
"If he doesn't die this time, then there's really nothing we can do."
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"My Lord Prophet, it's not necessary. It's really not necessary... Isn't it too dangerous to just ask you to escort me?"
Zhu Shijiu took Max walking on the deserted streets. On both sides were tall and short residential buildings. There was no one in the buildings. All the residents had evacuated to Mount Hagen Square and were waiting for evacuation, so this residential area was more like a no-man's land.
Zhu Shijiu casually explained: "If it is necessary, if you still let two elite black soldiers escort you, then wouldn't the credit for capturing them alive this time have to go to someone else?"
“…” Max wanted to cry but had no tears. He suspected that Zhu Shijiu was joking with him. Could the legendary black soldiers who were said to have no emotions be so utilitarian
"They may not come to assassinate me. I think we should just go around and go back..." Max kept talking and persuading him earnestly. He really didn't want to experience the excitement of walking on the edge of death.
Zhu Shijiu led Max into a small alley, kicked over an iron trash can, and said calmly, "Yes, they will come."
"My Lord Prophet, what are you doing?"
"Go in."
Zhu Shijiu poured out all the garbage in the trash can that he had kicked over, and then pointed a gun at Max.
Max was stunned: "What?"
"Hide inside. It's too much trouble to carry you around. I can't protect you in a fight, so hide inside and wait for me to find you. Otherwise, don't come out."
Max's eyes widened.
"You... You mean, you want to leave me here alone and fight the killer by yourself?!"
Zhu Shijiu shook the gun in his hand, and then shook the two guns hanging on both sides of his waist: "What's the matter, is there a problem?"
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Max looked at the black muzzle of the gun pointed at him and swallowed his saliva: "Master Prophet, please don't play with me. What if I get discovered?"
Zhu Shijiu said: "Just get rid of them before you are discovered. Do you want to go in? I'll give you ten seconds. Ten, nine..."
Max shouted in surrender: "I'm going in! I'm going in!" As he said that, he quickly got into the trash can.
Zhu Shijiu helped Max close the lid of the trash can, then turned around and left the alley alone. Without even looking, he raised his hand and fired a shot at the upper left side!
In a residential building, a scout who witnessed Max hiding in a trash can was about to pick up the walkie-talkie to report, but before he could do so, a white laser pierced his chest.
Zhu Shijiu, walking on the street, glanced at the darkness around him and laughed.
"Hehehe... How could anyone else get Compound 199?"