Then they came.
The car parked 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, another was inserted, and a total of sixty rounds were fired.
On the opposite side of the street, outflank Thompson from the three wings on the left, the two M3 "oil guns" moved quickly forward in the same posture, crouching, looking neither at the left nor the right.
Obviously, this is not a task of imprisoning prisoners. The way they act, the way they walk gently tells us that they are not police; they may be civilians, or they may be soldiers, nonetheless... the United States, Britain, and Russia all work in war and can easily Send a team, but why? And fully armed! Oh my goodness. What they expect, except that it is not the right question, but the'who'.
In the end, 22 subjects underwent the DonaX test. Thirteen of them actually used the drug on the battlefield. 9 of the dead were left, and 2 defected to the east, leaving me and the Marine Corps captain, they and him. The entire company’s elite rapid reaction force was in the Pacific to carry out a mission against the Japanese. 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, their company and the spaceship itself were not 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, as 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, she can only manage five nautical miles, making her a specific target for attacking aircraft. Although all 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 on government property, which is a municipal government office under the authority of the state. Therefore, the standard tactical method of building, correct, five, their commando style advancement, no warning, 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 shooting 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, but 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 impossible to obtain the normal means, accurately after the driver attempts to 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'm still undergoing experiments in Russia by mentally insane German scientists who fled the American trawl that was designed to collect everything for our own use.
Otherwise, why does my watch only break during the war? I'm
Keep it between consciousness and imagination as it is 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 The two dead were just using DonaX to kill her guard after drinking the 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!!?
Due to heat, blood loss, shot by a crazy bastard... Who called me this morning? Which police officer on duty? Did not say the name. Call me'Lieutenant Tobel', not a lieutenant detective. I didn't mention... Melly suffers from a genetically defective tooth loss and scars on his wrists. Tortured, tied up by wires, saw the same prisoner of war, green bottle, and gave you whiskey...Mustak. Market Garden... Blood Mountain. 583... B871... B871... No! Yes... B871583... Coordinates... Map! My goodness!
Looking at their last footsteps through the window, thinking about the clues, I was almost shocked by the reflection. I myself was in the glass, my left arm dripping with blood, black hair tangled together, and a few strands of hair stuck to my forehead. .. ... But the scar... 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, inexplicably, 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. B871583. 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 much in my mind. All agents have them, most of them remember, but the actual paper, we can only use the "real" paper map for active tasks that require third-party resistance or contact.
But B871583 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,... Imagine, 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, seeing some places,'Tengge The ruling god of Li's control of the celestial sphere is worshipped by shamanism in 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 was 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 darker place where we shouldn't have entered. My body convulsed from the pain and is about to die from ischemia. Inna knelt next to her, shouting loudly 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 was becoming more and more obvious along the side of my left leg a few inches. Ran into the icy road.