I handed over the control room to Tan Weihui, and slowly walked upstairs by myself, passing through the pool of blood and corpses that had been shattered after I had just turned on the defense system. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Only a torso and a hand remained of one lump of flesh, and I found it crawling with difficulty, muttering to myself with a mouth full of blood. I recognized him as the "Beaker Five" who led the team.

He begged softly, "Give me a good time." ”

I nodded, shot him in the head, and continued on my way. It doesn't drag the mud and water, and it is as light as giving a beggar a coin to the roadside.

One level further up, there is the road that just came from the hall. In their minds, there were still more than a hundred Allied special forces, and now they had shrunk their defensive lines in view of the great losses just now; More than fifty of them were concentrated in the hall; Twenty men in groups of four, patrolled the nearby corridors; Twenty people formed a team to search around (presumably looking for Chairman Kim's whereabouts); There were also three different rooms, one of which could only sense the presence of life signals, the others I didn't know anything about, and two of which contained three or four people each, possibly where Daxia was being held.

I don't really understand the meaning of the existence of a room that has completely implemented psychic shielding. I have counted the people in the other rooms, how many of them there are, just do the math. Unless the Allied commander who furnished that room was Australian.

I went all the way to the left, and my boot stepped on some viscous, disgusting liquid. When I looked down, it turned out to be bloodstains.

Blood flowed from the bodies of four Allied special forces, and there were no signs of a fight. The three furthest ones had their throats slit by a dagger, one was strangled by a safety rope and hung from the ceiling, and one by one the pale corpses had no visible wounds or bleeding, except for two holes in the neck.

"Is it Jin Yanbai...... I said to myself, frowning, "but I remember...... Spiders don't seem to have a penchant for sucking blood...... Or did the former Twelve Recreate have a habit of sucking blood? ”

And I don't quite understand, Jin Yanbai can "secrete" silk threads on his own, why should he strangle people with safety ropes? If it wasn't Jin Yanbai, who would it be? Another "former twelve-recreated man"? But there are only twelve "former twelve-recreated people" in the world, how can you meet twelve in one Pyongyang!

Now is not the time to think about that. I have "visited" the interrogation rooms of the coalition forces, and if the interrogation rooms of the Allied forces and the coalition forces are half a pound or two...... I don't know how long Daxia will last, and I don't know if she will really be ......

What if something really happened to Daxia...... I won't forgive myself myself. Just because she waited for me when she left the moon...... I'm going to protect her too.

Dozens of corpses can be seen piled up in the corridors, all dressed in the uniforms of the Korean People's Army. They had been gathered from different places, and most of them showed no signs of resistance and could have died in a sneak attack.

I also noticed...... Their bodies had been turned over. The Allies don't turn over the corpses, so who is that?

I closed my eyes again. My gut tells me that the situation in the bunker is far more complicated than we think......

I heard the disappearance of several Allied special forces, heard half of the Allied troops in the hall go in other directions, and heard that in the room where there might be Daxia, the enemy stopped the torture, leaving only one person to guard the door...... What, they found me?

No, it wasn't me. Instead of approaching in my direction, they ran to the far end of the bunker, as if to deal with a more formidable enemy.

The bunker is so large that I can't sense everything. I could only feel that in the direction of the Allied soldiers, a huge mass of life signals gradually grew from far and near, and it was still increasing. Damn it! It's Yuri's forces that have come in!

Time is running out. Unable to move forward any more cautiously, I ran down the hallway. Running head-on into an Allied patrol around the corner, I pulled out my pistol and knocked down the first, grabbed the assault rifle he hung around his neck and killed the second, and the third lunged at me, I grabbed his neck with my backhand, pulled out the dagger on the inside of my clothes and stabbed it three times. Although the third one was also an easy takeout, it gave the fourth man time to hide in cover. I threw the body with my left hand in the direction where the fourth man was hiding, and the dagger in my right hand came as promised. Even though he flashed everything I threw at me, I also approached him.

The last hurdle has finally been cleared. Taking a breath, I made my way to the door. It's troublesome, I'm psychic immune, I can't telepathically detect his location. You can only speculate on the room where the surveillance probe is located, and guess where Daxia is. There is only one enemy in the room, and the mood swings are extremely intense......

Gently pushing open a crack in the door, there was a burst of English swearing and Dasha's crying.

A strong, bald black man (probably a head taller than me) stood half-naked behind Darsh. His hands reached into a clump of almost rags on Darsha's body, and moved up and down on her body somewhere they shouldn't have been. And Daxia had no ability to resist, so he could only endure silently with tears.

What made me even more angry was that the red handprints on Darsha's face had become one. Damn bastard......

I gave up the idea of killing with one shot. dared to move Daxia, he had lost the right to die a happy death. I lowered the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at his leg.

The bullet grazed Darsha's boot and hit the black man's right leg, forcing him to get down on one knee and tear off his shirt. I shot him in the left leg again and brought him to his knees completely.

Seeing that it was me who had entered the door, Daxia, who had lost her vitality, suddenly looked up at me, and when her eyes met, I saw hope in her eyes......

I walked behind Darsh and raised my gun again at the black man who was cursing. He reached for Darsha with one hand and the pistol at his waist with the other. Damn, how did I not think of this trick!

I subconsciously shot him in the left hand that was reaching for Darsha. As soon as I fired, I realized I had chosen the wrong target. He should have been hit in the right hand or in the head!

"Put the gun down for me!" The black man repeated through gritted teeth, the gun slowly moving from Darsh's back to under her skirt, and sneered sinisterly, "Otherwise, this gun will go into this Russian bastard." ”

Looking at Darsha's painful appearance, I hesitated. I didn't hit the black man's vital point just now, and although he was bleeding all the time, he would not lose consciousness for a short time. And at the moment he was in a state of high rage...... It's hard to say if you will do something drastic.

Mark ...... Shoot......" said Darsha weakly, "My dad owes you a life, so I think I'm going to die for my dad." I just ask you not to hurt my dad when you return to Moscow...... All right? ”

Is this a "dying will"? I shook my head gently and said to Darsha, "Don't be so pessimistic. ”

"Is the life and death parting of the two of you little lovers over? It's annoying to look at," the black soldier sneered, reached out and pinched the inside of Dasha's thigh and said, "'Mad Bear', did you hear that?" Give me your *damn gun, put it down! ”

I looked him in the eye and suddenly noticed something. Well, there's no need for me to worry about that.

"Don't be impulsive." I watched the black man's hand walk under Darsha's skirt, and I forcibly suppressed my anger and slowly lowered the gun. I just hope that the one hidden in the ventilation duct will not let me down.

The vent was suddenly taken away. A black, sword-like object slowly protrudes from the vent, ending in a reflective, conical black pen thorn. It stretched down cautiously, lifting slightly over the black soldier's head......

Then I watched as the black soldier's arm blackened and rotted in a very short time, and watched his right hand holding the gun droop and fall to the ground in pain, and Darsha took a breath for a moment.

I quickly raised the gun that was about to be put on the ground and fired two shots at the black soldier. Instead of hitting the heart, it hit the lobes of the lungs on both sides.

"Thanks for the help." I said to the comrades at the vent, "Can you tell me who you are?" ”

The "magic sword" was put away by the people inside, and a figure jumped from the ventilation duct to the ground in front of him.

But this figure made me gasp.

I said...... You are in the city of Pyongyang...... It's such a place where dragons and tigers are hidden......"