A soldier was transferred from the Somali troops in the tropics to the Arctic a week ago. This is definitely a bad order, I don't know if it was because he accidentally broke into the tent of the commander of the Somali troops and saw a scene that should not have been seen, but in any case, falling from the fire to the ice at once would be a disaster for anyone.

What's more, there are two unreasonable female agents who are in charge of the command of the troops. A group of big men are commanded by two neurotic women, but nothing is found. Even a recruit can see that this is a ridiculous and inefficient operational decision, even if he is a recruit, when he should have re-searched Corridor Z according to the route.

"What are you doing?"

The soldier raised his gun and aimed it at the target they had been looking for—Eric. It was definitely an accident of an accident, and the soldier was very excited, because his desertion operation had found the target target, which was enough to prove how wrong the female agent named Caitlin was in order. Perhaps because of this accident, Captain Arak will also promote him to sergeant.

"Well—how did you end up here. Eric came back to his senses and was surprised to see a soldier who wasn't supposed to be there.

"Where do you think I should be?" the soldier shook the muzzle of his gun triumphantly, "Now crouch down against the wall with your head in your hands, and if I find out that you have any small movements that you shouldn't have, I will kill you immediately." ”

"You won't. I'm an important person. Eric clasped his hands on the back of his head.

"I will, Mr. Detective, that's what the order says, you've been involved in an extremist attack, and if you resist, I'll shoot you right away. The soldier walked up behind Eric and kicked him in the knee socket.

Eric crouched against the wall in an aggrieved position. Looking at the soldier's smug expression, Eric couldn't help but want to rush up and punch him. But after much thought, he said in a compassionate tone: "Hey, soldier, maybe we have another solution. ”

"Are you talking to me?" the soldier stood, smacking Eric on the head.

"Well, do you want me to help you clean him up. At this moment, a light voice suddenly floated in the empty corridor.

"Who is it?" the soldier looked around warily, but found no figure.

Eric instinctively stood up, trying to find the source of the sound. But as soon as he stood up, he was pressed down by the soldiers. Eric was annoyed, but immediately made a judgment: "Caitlin, Hallway Z-"

"What?" the soldiers were surprised to hear that the pursued criminal was asking their commander for help. He glanced condescendingly at Eric, just in time to see the small headset in Eric's ear.

"What is this?" the soldier pulled out his headset and looked at it.

"Idiot, now is not the time to look at this!" Eric reminded angrily.

But before the soldier could react, there was a soft "bang" sound at the end of the hallway, like someone had pinched a bubble wrap with his fingers, but then Eric saw that there was an extra blood hole in the soldier's head. Then, at the end of the hallway, a man walked in. The man was about the same height as Eric, but much bigger than him, with a veil over his face and a handful of *'s* in his hand.

"Who are you?" said Eric, snatching the soldier's AK

"Me?" the man seemed to smile, "Am I not the Soros you've been looking for again?"

"No way. Eric said tentatively, trying to delay a moment by the way, "The Soros AB brothers are almost identical, and you are already thousands of miles apart just in height and voice. ”

"Maybe we can say it in another place. "The masked man doesn't want to waste time here with Eric.

"Why?" said Eric laughing, "now we all have the guys, and no one can threaten anyone. ”

"That's right, it's a question of who has the fastest bullets. The masked man smiled disapprovingly.

Eric visually surveyed the soldier's position at the end of the hallway, and although the distance was not far, if it was himself, he might not be able to hit a person in the eyebrows. What's more, the masked man seemed to have been prepared, he didn't go up to Eric, but stopped about 10 meters away from him, which meant that it was difficult for an amateur shooter like him to blow up the man's vital point with one shot.

"Maybe we can negotiate a condition. The masked man imitated Eric's tone and said, "Aren't you most fond of negotiating terms with people?"

"Of course, harmony makes money, and I hate fighting and killing the most. With that, Eric threw away the very shabby AK in his hand.

"I'm here to help you solve the mystery of you, and you must leave with me unconditionally. At the same time, the masked man changed to a relaxed position.

"What mystery does I have?" said Eric, smiling lightly, "what mystery can I have." ”

"The mystery of your memory. The masked man smiled, "Don't you want to know why there is a clan emblem in this base that is exactly the same as your handwriting, and don't you want to know what happened before you were injected with Dora?" ”

"Or more accurately, don't you want to know who you really are?" the masked man's voice suddenly became eerie, "If you agree to this condition, then throw away the little phone in your pocket and go with me." ”

Eric hesitated, but when he saw the masked man turning* intentionally or not, he knew he had no choice. Eric threw his phone out of his pocket and smiled, "This is indeed a very good deal. ”

"You know each other very well. The masked man walked over to Eric in a strange tune and punched him in the stomach. Eric fainted in pain.

I don't know how long it took, but when Eric opened his eyes and woke up, he was taken to a very familiar room. He struggled to sit up from the couch and carefully observed the surroundings in the room. Eric was very sure that this was exactly the same as the vault in the Holy Land of the Nicholas School.

"I guess you're familiar with this. The masked man suddenly walked in through a revolving stone door.

"Of course, on and off twice. Eric quipped, "I didn't expect that you Soros family not only like to copy themselves, but even like to make the room exactly the same." ”

"No, this room was originally designed by Puffel Mailer, to be precise, we own the copyright to the design of this room, and Mrs. Hudson is infringing. The masked man said equally jokingly.