Then they came.
The car stopped less than twenty feet from the door; one person quickly walked behind the other, lowered himself, and prepared the weapon; the shotgun was used as a Thompson submachine gun, and the second box contained two magazines, one for the magazine The tape was fixed and the other was inserted. A total of 60 bullets were fired.
On the other side of the street, outflank Thompson from the three flanks on the left, the two M "oil guns" moved quickly forward in the same posture, crouching, looking neither at the left nor at the right.
Obviously, this is not a task of imprisoning prisoners. The way they acted, the way they walked gently tells us that they are not Jǐngcha; they may be civilians, or they may be soldiers, nonetheless... the United States, Britain, and Russia all work in the war and can easily Send out a team, but why? And fully armed! Oh my goodness. What they expect, except that it is not the right question, but who.
In the end, two subjects underwent the DonaX test. Thirteen of them actually used the drug on the battlefield. Nine of the dead defected to the east, leaving me and the Marine Corps captain, they and his entirety. The company’s british rapid reaction force was in the Pacific to carry out a task against himself. I heard that their mission is still so secret that even CIC and the Signal Group don’t know all the details. They only know that a medical ship full of injured marines has run aground. The ship had to be protected. Provide support and eventually rescue the ship itself, the crew and wounded left the island. The final bulletin was that they found the spaceship, but was violently attacked by commander Robert Watson, but when the final reconnaissance flight proved that the island had been abandoned, neither the company nor the spaceship itself was found. Two weeks later, a land expedition team inspected the island and found that there was nothing but the jungle, although both the captain and Watson reported that they had exchanged fire with the enemy.
The final report stated that the captain and Watson were confused, and they were defeated by enemy forces on another island, and were either captured or killed in the end. The ship and everyone on board faced a similar fate because there was no indication that they had ever been on this island. It was reported that the ship was stranded after a direct attack by the Kamikaze team and subsequent explosions. damaged severely. Ordered to leave the destroyer's escort fleet and find her own best refuge, only manage five nautical miles, making her a specific target for attacking aircraft. Although all the possible wounded have been transferred to other ships, the task force is short on time and they have their own tasks. One of the tasks is not completed, which is likely to change the war. According to the captain's report, except for the crew, almost all the wounded were evacuated and stayed on the medical ship "Grace", and the escort fleet continued to sail.
So I and the other person are at least in the West, from DonaX, but what makes me believe they are here because of that? They may just respond based on reports of shootings in the Zhèng Fǔ office under the state power, that is, Zhèng Fǔ property. Therefore, the standard tactical method of building, correct, five, their commando style advancing, no report, no call... Look here Talber, there is a simple misunderstanding... Why don't you just come out, we will...
But the back of my head is shaking... This is not the case at all.
The unbearable high temperature must go outside in the cool air. Just open the door... let the fresh sweetness...
The door behind the reception desk opened. Turing did not see anyone. They will wait and then enter tactics... always tactics.
The heat suffocated my thoughts. How many bullets are left? Seven? Eight? Five are at the front door, two or three are at the reception, and there are others waiting outside.
Possible action: lay down your weapons and surrender? Start hitting with all the bullets? A while before entering the door, two fallen dead were playing in front of the door, passing through the hall and passing through the door and the first two. The door to the room was the girl’s body and her green dress. There was no label indicating that there was no cause of death, just simply She may not have died... This may not be a morgue, but a stage... An exercise prompts the actors to pass their dialogue, information, because it is not obtainable by normal means to accurately start after the driver attempts murder? Watching the dead body on the beach? Before entering this building? Is that part of normal? Or am I still... where? What kind of dream is this...? Even better... I was still undergoing experiments in Russia by German scientists who were jīng maddenedly **. They fled the American trawl net that was designed to collect everything for our own use.
Otherwise, why does my watch only break during the war? Do I stay between consciousness and imagination as I am now? The door behind the reception is really the door thrown by Inna and the soldier who killed him with a knife, the door we escaped from, and here Two of the dead were just using DonaX to kill her guard after drinking her soup, or the Los Angeles native grumbled and shot him in the shoulder, hoping that this shot would kill me? It's crazy to shoot others... But why two instead of three? Are there only two guards? And what are those two with the woman's body in the cold storage? Are there other corpses? Are the commandos ready to rush in? Where did the driver come from? Have I spoken to Anderson? What about the button in my pocket? Where is the gate... Out of the Gulag!!
Because of the heat, blood loss, was killed by a crazy bastard... Who called me this morning? Which Jǐng officer on duty? Did not say the name. Call me Lieutenant Tobel, not a lieutenant detective. I didn’t mention... Melly suffers from a genetic defect xìng missing teeth and scars on his wrists. Tortured, tied up by wires, saw the same prisoner of war, a green bottle, and I'll give you whiskey...Mustak. Market Garden... Blood Mountain. 58... B871... B871... No! Yes... B87158... Coordinates... Map! My goodness!
Looking at their final footsteps through the window, thinking about the clues, I was almost shocked by the anti-shè. I myself was in the glass, my left arm dripping with blood, black hair tangled together, and a few strands of it stuck to my forehead. Hair... But scars... I haven't been under my left eye before... Impossible. impossible. high temperature. From a well-lit room, through the current bustling traffic of pedestrians and cars, the poor reflections on the glass are everything. What's puzzling is that there hasn't been before! Don't risk your life to try to cross. do you remember? Do not you think so
map. Latitude, longitude, and sometimes altitude on the map. B87158. Merciful God, choose the right time... How many maps have been read during the war, and on the other hand, remembered the details? Unbelievable numbers, indispensable, never one or two say how many in my mind. All agents have them, most of them remember, but the actual paper, we can only use "real" paper maps for active tasks that require third-party resistance or contact.
But B87158 has not been remembered by people. There must be an encoding. Mention others. Hell, this may take time, one of which is not any more. They immediately stood in front of the glass door, ready to rush in, staring at my blood-stained hand, clutching the bag and three buttons tightly.
That bag... I forgot. He gave me a small backpack,... I imagined it, but following their gazes, he did find the backpack, there are some solid things inside, and the closing of the check button and their design caused my thoughts to be transmitted. It was neither scared nor confused along the road, but finally realized that some internal searches were laid a few years ago, and the old text printed on the buttons showed clear symbols, each containing a character, and saw some places. The ruling god controls the celestial sphere through the shamanism worship of Central Asia.
Without hesitation, I hurriedly pressed the button with my right hand, quickly opened the top of the bag, pushed away my blood-stained hand, and immediately felt a cold and flat jagged object. I immediately grabbed the object from the palm of my hand, a piece of diameter. An image is carved on the stone like a coffee cup, deeply depicting a mountain peak with clouds passing by.
What happened around the moment the stone came out of the bag and entered the brightly lit reception area.
But that morning there was no... any... clouds...
""No. "No," a slightly accented voice came from behind, deep and clear.
Absolutely not. The temperature reached 80 degrees Fahrenheit and there was a light breeze. sunny. Same as everyone else. There is no cloud. great. It could be anywhere on the Gold Coast of Southern California.
"Away from Siberia, Russell?" His voice is always at these moments, and people can never judge clearly. It is neither gray nor white.
It looks very different from yesterday. Is it different? Is it all over
The darkness and cold in the forest are approaching. Bruce is loose. Romintov fired in all directions from a deeper place where we shouldn't have entered. My body convulsed from the pain. Inna knelt beside and shouted to fight back. As a result of the fire, our windowless employee car was smashed, the engine was smoking, the tires were flat, and the smell of gasoline became more and more obvious. A few inches on the side of my left leg ran into the icy road. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)