Chapter 376: Cutting off the beard

"Fifty push-ups per person!" The mustachioed Sergeant Farrell yelled at the soldiers of Detachment J, "Tell me, where did that guy run to?!" ā€

"I don't know!" The soldiers of Squad J, all with angry faces, did push-ups as hard as they could, while responding loudly to Farrel's questions. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 infoThey're already angry at the new guy.

"Good!" Farrell continued to add "fifty more each!" ā€

"Private Cage." Sergeant Farrell walked up to Cage and asked, "Tell me, where did your fellow deserter go?" ā€

"I don't know!" Cage felt like he was about to die of depression. Inexplicably sent to the front line to become unlucky cannon fodder, and now his assistant actually ran away but failed to run away, but was punished to do push-ups here. Could there be anything more unlucky than that?

Soon, however, Sergeant Farrell told him that there was something even more unfortunate than that.

"Private Cage, plus a hundred push-ups! Until you remember where your companion went! ā€

Where else can you go with the promise? Of course, I went to find that tough woman, the all-metal slut Rita.

Among the imitators aliens who invaded Earth in this world, there are powerful beings who can reset time. No matter how much humans resist, even if they lose, they can reset the time and try again. In such an absolutely unfavorable situation, it is only natural that the human army will be defeated.

And the only way to defeat these extremely powerful alien species once and for all is to destroy their energy cores, the alien leaders named Omega by humans.

All of this had nothing to do with promises, he just wanted to complete his mission. As for saving the world or something, it's just a matter of passing for him. After all, if he completed the mission, he would save the world.

To be honest, the world's weapon systems are much more advanced than those of the modern world, and there are also rudimentary power-assisted armor and powerful high-energy batteries. However, there is nothing about its technological level that can attract the interest of promise.

Power armor is nowhere near comparable to Iron Man's armor. Those weapons systems are still traditional gunpowder weapons. As for the high-energy battery, it is not necessarily much stronger than the promise to have at this time. As for the rest, the promise is equally unsightly.

The only thing that can really interest Promise in this world is the super abilities that those aliens possess. In particular, the imitator Alpha among the aliens has the ability to predict the future and the alien boss Omega has the ability to reset the time.

Alpha is the nerve center of the imitator aliens, able to predict the future. And once it is killed, Omega, as the boss, will reset the time of the day to bring Alpha back to life. This kind of magical ability makes Promise very hot.

The beams are painted with black and yellow stripes, the toughest combat unit in the entire Combined Forces, inside the training base of the Black Devil Force. Dressed in the costume of a normal soldier, Promise walked slowly into the training base that was littered with dart-shaped discs used to mimic alien attacks. looked at the woman who was standing up not far away, and slowly hooked the corners of her mouth.

This woman has a really good figure. It's just that Promise has no interest in the golden cat.

Outside, there was a dense burst of gunfire, and the soldiers of the Black Devil Force were practicing shooting. Wet, sweaty Rita is holding her hands on the ground and her legs up to exercise her arm strength.

Ignoring the bright red letters on the ground that he did not cross, he stepped into this extremely dangerous training ground.

A piercing siren sounded, and many soldiers outside watched in amazement as the soldier stepped into the training ground, which was called the Land of Death, a place where people really want to die. Except for Rita, there is really no one who dares to set foot here to practice the ability to combat in close combat.

"Sergeant Wotarsky." Promise smashed a speeding spinning disc with a single punch, and slowly walked over to her in Rita's surprised gaze, chuckling, "I need your help." ā€

"Who are you?" Rita stood up and looked at Promise suspiciously. He was sure he hadn't seen the man in front of him.

"I killed an alpha in the middle of tomorrow's battle and accidentally gained the ability to reset time. You are the one who made me come to you, you tomorrow. "There is no doubt that the promise lied.

He pretends to have abilities that belong to Cage in order to trick Rita into trusting him. After all, the promise of no interest really didn't show up in the movie tomorrow, but in fact it was the idea of finding the alpha in the midst of an unusually large battle.

Promises need cannon fodder, and they need the help of someone who knows the inside story. Therefore, he did not hesitate to deceive the tough woman in front of him according to the plot he had seen.

In fact, what the promise said is not completely incorrect. After all, he is familiar with the plot and can be regarded as able to foresee the future.

Rita's expression changed, and then he whispered, "Follow me, don't tell anything about this." Rita, who once possessed the ability to restart time, immediately believed the promise and prepared to take the promise to the secret base.

After all, this kind of thing is so bizarre that few people believe in such absurdity in times of war. Unless it's personal experience. So after listening to the promise, Rita immediately chose to believe it without hesitation. Because she's been through it herself.

Led by a well-known all-metal slut, no one will stop them. Soon, the two of them found the former White House chief analyst, Dr. Carter, who holds titles in particle physics and advanced microbiology, in a cramped room that was a weapons repair on the outside but a secret base on the inside.

"How many fingers did I put up behind my back?" Dr. Carter, bearded and haggard, but with an unusually sharp eye, raised his finger behind his back and asked for a promise.

"Two fingers." Xu Promise narrowed his eyes and nodded with a smile, "You are the former White House Chief Analyst, Dr. Carter with the titles of Particle Physics and Advanced Microbiology." This is not the first time we have met. ā€

Promise to lie again. He said that this is all information obtained from the film. As for the number of fingers behind his back, the telepathic promise only needs to listen to Dr. Carter's thoughts to know that he has a few fingers behind him. It's a little thing that doesn't bother him.

"Good." Carter and Rita begin to present information about the Mimic Alien to Promise, explaining in detail the relationship between Alpha and Omega. However, just as Dr. Carter was excitedly introduced, Promise interrupted him.

"Don't bother, I already know what you're talking about." Promise looked at Dr. Carter calmly, "I see visions, I know where Omega is. ā€

"What place?!" Dr. Carter and Rita asked eagerly almost in unison.

As earthlings in this world who have suffered from alien invasions, they have a strong obsession with destroying these invaders. In the event that it was possible to get definite information, their voices were slightly out of control.

"Paris, Louvre, underground garage."

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In the darkness of the night, heavy rain poured down. It adds a touch of icy chill to the already cold London.

"Hey! Allow! With a roar, two strong members of Team J caught up with Xu Yu and yelled at him angrily, "Where did you go?!" Farrell is going to torture us crazy to find you! ā€

"Good." Xu Promise smiled and stopped the waving fist, his eyes full of smiles, "I was about to look for you." Go back to the detachment first, I have something to say to you. ā€

"Your second-grade teacher is called Miss Kidnapper. She won't let you go to the toilet and you'll pee your pants. ā€

"Your name is not Ford. Ford was actually your friend, who died on the first day of the war. You took his place and sent money to his family. ā€

"Your hometown is..."

"Your brother..."

"You have a crush..."

"You ......"

ā€œ......ā€

The members of Team J were all dumbfounded, and the secrets they had hidden in their hearts were easily told by the promise. It made them really unbelievable, but they had to believe it.

"Guys. Tomorrow's landing is a massacre, and we'll all be dead when we get to the beach. The aliens knew about our plans, and they ambushed us. Everyone will die, and this war will end in defeat. Xu Promise looked at the members of Squad J in front of him calmly, "I need your help to kill the leader of the aliens." Only in this way will we be able to win the war. ā€

"You can not believe me." Promise turned to look at Rita as she walked in quickly, "You can trust her." Rita. Wotaski. Full metal slut. ā€

Compared to being famous, it's just a promise to meet on the first day. The members of Team J have long been known for the famous Verdun Angel Rita. That's the hero of the entire Combine Army.

"Guys." Rita stepped forward with a solemn expression, "We need your help. Finish out the leader of the impersonator aliens before losing this war once and for all tomorrow. We need to save the world together! ā€

Fame plays an extremely important role in many cases. Although it is rare for a person with a big name to go first in a critical moment, at least at this moment, when it is necessary to mobilize a group of people to help in the battle. Rita's fame still played a decisive role.

The members of Team J are veterans who have participated in many battles, they are all brave veterans, and they all know the power of aliens. After Rita personally intervened, the members of Squad J finally decided to follow the powerful man in defiance of military orders to participate in a decisive combat operation.

Everyone was armed and ready to go. Before leaving, he promised a knife to knock out a dazed Major Cage. It's better not to involve him in this matter. Let him have a sweet dream at the base, and when he wakes up, he will return to the good life of the past.

This can be regarded as a little compensation for the promise of his own beard cutoff. (To be continued.) )