Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Old Man Reunited

"Front...... It's an underground prison! Noblanca sighed, "But can there be so many people in North Africa now?" ā€

"Who told you they're North Africans," I said as I walked, "remember those giant flying saucers parked outside?" It is very likely that those are the means of transport, and the people who have been captured from all over the country are locked up here for genetic experiments. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 Conducting experiments in this large desert is not only confidential, but also does not have to worry about security. ā€

I heard that these secret projects of the world empire were built without authorization by Yuri using Lomanov's authority or renovating Allied facilities that had not been reported. God knows if Prime Minister Lomanov was complicit, otherwise how could Yuri have built so many state-level projects?

The horror robot seemed to be running a little faster, and its 30-minute walk took us more than three hours. When we reached the empty cell it had just passed, it was estimated that it was at least an hour's walk from the cell in front of which countless people were being held.

"We must rest for a while," Glanzangm complained, "is it that this damned Gaddafi is building such a prison here to produce berserkers and slave laborers?" Isn't that a waste......"

"Yuri never does anything in vain," I interrupted breathlessly, "that the world's security forces can supply so many cannon fodder to the global battlefield, and their combat effectiveness is increasing year by year, and this scientific research institute is probably a great achievement." This place must be destroyed, or the trip will be in vain. ā€

"Speaking of which, what about Mel?" Someone asked, "Why is Mel missing?" He also sacrificed? ā€

Mel...... Oh, yes...... I remember that the Jew was a living computer, and no one had ever beaten him in chess, and I never remembered that he had missed a problem in mental arithmetic...... That's it, left?

Another one fell, but we didn't even see the face of the enemy. "Cheer up, guys, next will be the enemy's headquarters," I said, "a vast prison. But remember, in this prison, our mission is to destroy, not save. ā€

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"Comrade Commander, this is inhumane!" Along the way, Daxia followed behind and persuaded me to save those test subjects, and persuaded all the way, saying that for a long time, none of us could convince anyone. She held on to her ridiculous moral values, and I refused to let go of my words in the consideration of putting the soldier's life first and the reality first, and I reached an impasse.

"Stop bickering now!" Noblanca whispered in a commanding tone, "Someone's coming!" ā€

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was so frightened that they fell to the ground or hid behind some cover. It didn't take long for a dozen Yuri recruits of the World Security Force to come from the depths of the cave opposite, escorting more than thirty people to the entrance of the cave. A platoon of Yuri's recruits kicked down a platoon of hostages, then drew knives and cut their throats. Without a groan, without a trace of resistance, without even a superfluous word, a row of living people died in front of everyone's eyes. "Damn Yuri, they really don't have humanity!" Darsha angrily tried to jump out to save the hostages, but I grabbed my arm and pressed against the wall, writhing my body. Damn, don't mess up at this time, okay? I'm a little annoyed.

"Comrade Commander, what do we do next? Where do we go when they leave? ā€

"All the way down. If I'm not mistaken, this is supposed to be the way to the underground of the Yuri Research Institute building, and there should be other Yuri disks and other flying machines underneath. Just destroy this place, and then you can get out of the plane by plane. If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan, and now is not the time to be rash! ā€

"Understood......" So a group of us stared in the dark, the slaughter in front of us continued, and no one made a sound.

The last batch...... I sighed softly. The killing is finally over...... Hope......

But I underestimated Darsha's strength and determination. When she pushed me out of my grip and fired the first shot into the crowd of Yuri's troops, I really don't know how to describe how I felt. At least...... It can't be described as anger alone.

It's just berserk. If it had been last year, even if it had been the likes of Noblanca and Granzangm, I would have immediately drawn a gun and executed them on the spot as an example.

But it's not who I was last year. After a brief moment of rage, I waved my hand, and a dense hail of bullets slammed into the bodies of a dozen Yuri soldiers in front of me.

"Let's go, let's go and see who is sacred you insist on saving." Somewhat dissatisfied, I stepped out of cover and rushed to the rescued hostages amid a burst of sirens. But when Gran Zangmu took the lead and took off the mask of the only hostage who hadn't fallen in the rainforest, the face he showed shocked several of us for a moment.

"Ah...... Thank God...... Someone finally came to save me...... Huh? How are you? "It's a woman in jeans and a short-sleeved T-shirt. That's not the point, the point is ...... We've seen it before.

"It's been a long time since I said goodbye to the Black Forest," I asked myself, "not necessarily, we just met two months ago." It's not too long. ā€

"Who is this?" Darsha asked, looking suspiciously at the woman in front of him who was cursing Yuri's inhumanity.

"Thank you, what a coincidence," said Berta Berg, looking at me with bright green eyes, "to meet again in such a place, Mr. Makejebka. ā€