At this moment, my top priority at the moment is to escape, and the only thing left is to escape.

Run! Maybe Yuri will be of other use to me, and after I am captured, I should not be plugged into a tube to be the source of electricity for the bioreactor unit, but I don't believe that Yuri will not harm me.

You must not be caught...... I'm going to have to make it until Victor and Tanya get here......

After leaving the shelter, a Tornado tank shell grazed our cheeks. I rolled on the spot, but this alarmed Yuri's recruits in the distance, and soon, waves of psychic radiation hit around me, and I managed to dodge it.

"Thanks to these guys who haven't learned to shoot, and the shooting instructor hasn't taught them how to aim with a psychic radiation helmet," I said to myself, "I'm unlucky...... Victor, Tanya, you two need to hurry. ”

"CABAL, IF YOU'RE HERE, PLEASE GIVE ME AN ACCURATE NUMBER," AFTER JUMPING HALFWAY UP THE CONCRETE WALL, I PULLED OUT A LAPTOP, OPENED IT AND YELLED HURRIEDLY, "TELL ME, COMRADE TANYA AND COMRADE VICTOR, WHEN WILL THEY ARRIVE?" ”

There was no response. As the so-called "house leakage coincides with rainy days", why did it start to "poor signal" at this time?

I don't care about him, I don't care. Relying on the guidance of the mind control vehicle, the Tornado Tank seemed to have eyes in my back, repeatedly attacking the bunker where I was hiding, and the broken concrete wall was finally about to be blown open.

I can't just let him get rid of him. A grenade was thrown by me from the left side of the bunker. While their attention was there, I jumped out of the right side of the wall and rolled into a sewer without a manhole cover.

The moment he jumped into the sewer, a long green smoke from a slipper, a round-headed bullet that served as a tail, hit the edge of the wellhead and fell in.

"Bad luck." I sighed, spit softly, and then threw down the heavy backpack behind me and ran down the dark hallway.

Damn it...... What kind of brute is it that fired a diffuse virus sniper bomb here! I didn't know that the sewers were full of bacteria!

I don't have to look back, I also know that I will definitely not be able to pick up the backpack. Now. It must be when the poisonous fog spreads rapidly in the sewers.

It's as if someone has gently thrown a fire break on the gasoline all over the floor. If I hesitate for a moment, I'll join in the disgusting toxin that is spreading around the trail, and finally turn into a cloud of green gas.

I don't want to die. Damn it's Yuri, his disgusting World Empire, his last stupid supporter on the World Throne......

And a lot of people deserve to die...... But by no means me! I can't die before the truth comes, let alone die without knowing anything!

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that the strength under my feet had increased a lot, and my tired nerves finally began to become tense. The sudden strength allowed me to keep running.

A drop of sweat dripped into my eyes, and I didn't have time to wipe it. It was this pause that made me realize that I was out of danger.

Looking back, the speed at which the green toxin spread could not keep up with the speed at which I was running, and I was left far behind. There was no sign of life from the pursuers, and I was safe.

I...... I survived! This result came too quickly, too suddenly. Although on the surface, there are still a large number of Yuri's troops passing by; Throughout the ruined city, the screams of the survivors as they were slaughtered resounded through the underground space...... But those, it has nothing to do with me.

A mind-control vehicle, protected by Yuri's troops, passed silently down the road above my head. It doesn't matter, I might already be invisible in their eyes anyway.

I tried to support my body as much as I could, and I didn't sit down in accordance with the wishes of my legs. If you suddenly sit down after a strenuous workout and start strenuous exercise after a while, you will definitely be tired.

Not to mention that this is in the sewer, very dirty.

Want to quench your thirst with a bottle of water. When I felt behind me and found it empty, I reluctantly remembered that I had thrown everything away.

But I don't regret it. Throwing away my backpack at that time was also a reluctant move. If I had been carrying a backpack, I would have been devoured by the toxins ejected from the sniper shell of the diffuse virus, and I would have joined the carnival of death with all my heart.

There was nothing left on him: a sniper rifle that barely left his body, a pair of pistols, several sniper rifle and pistol magazines, two grenades, a pack of compressed biscuits...... Everything is in the backpack......

I hope Tanya and Victor are not Madahar and can bring me useful things......

Then I suddenly noticed that there were several fire folds in my pocket. It seems that there is no endless road, although there is no flashlight, but in this dark place, the fire fold is still very useful.

Looking at the darkness around the flames, it was gradually dispelled by the flames themselves, forming a circle of light that was not too small or small. I finally had a chance to take a closer look at this dry sewer. When I moved around here before, I relied entirely on "intuition", and I couldn't go on like this.

As a sewer, it's too "clean". The once "choppy" middle waterway, after nearly ten years, still carries a stench of old and rotten years. The air was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder smoke and corpses. The slightly dim light of the fire fold itself sets off the sewers more and more eeriely.

At the end of the sewer is a patio. At this moment, the patio is slowly dripping downward. Directly below the patio were several corpses, overlapping the reinforced concrete that had been shattered by the blast.

The craggy rocks were like knives and axes, and the bare steel bars were as thick as arms. It's fine for a dead person to stick on it, but if it's a living person......

I suddenly remembered the Assyrian Empire. After conquering the city, they would stick the inhabitants alive on long, sharpened sticks, which was a chill.

Never mind. The so-called "life and death", except to express condolences and avenge them, I have no other help for them, and I can help them.

But as I held on to the rusty ladder nailed to the wall, there was a strange noise over my head, which came from near and far.

Patrol? Confused, I let go, patted the iron filings off my gloves, and pricked up my ears to listen.

Wrong...... This can't be a patrol......

The sound of the wheels was harsh and loud. Although there were not many people, their steps were heavy and neat. Not comparable to other Yuri troops.

There is no doubt that this is definitely a battle-hardened special squad. And...... Or a mechanized infantry wearing exoskeleton armor.

There are no puppet troops in Yuri's Temple, so this is not a move by Allied hoplites or Allied radiant engineers. This makes me wonder: who could it be?

Closing my eyes, I began to fight the "fugue" as usual. Unexpectedly, the efficiency of this "iQue" was exceptionally fast.

Overhead, seven silver-white motorcycles (again, don't ask me how I knew the name), forming a circle above this patio. Because the throttle is always open, the sound of "......" and "buzzing ......" comes and goes, like a group of hungry monsters roaring together.

Those motorcycles also look weird. Unlike most motorcycles, it has wheels on both sides of the back, in addition to one wheel in the front. Directly above the wheels in front of you is a silver glass bezel that allows a single driver's seat to be seen; At the back of the seat, the muzzles of the black holes of the three cannons are pointed straight ahead.

Under the driver's seat and the turret behind each car, a person stepped out of each of them. There were fourteen people in total, all in black exoskeleton armor. A black helmet, black body armor, black sunglasses, and even black shiny steel boots.

It's clear that they're not fighting with psychic radiation helmets. Most of them had a strange kind of gun in their hands, and the magazines were attached to a box in the back. All of them had pistols and grenades pinned to their waists, as well as other different weapons and explosives.

Four of them, two of them carrying six-barreled individual Getter machine guns, looked like they were carrying chainsaws, and the cartridge belts wrapped around their bodies made it look like Allied Chrono Soldiers; There were also two people, each holding a grotesque giant cuboid box. If I hadn't seen it at the headquarters of the coalition forces in Warsaw, I really didn't see it, this is the latest individual equipment of the coalition anti-tank unit, a four-barreled recoilless individual rocket launcher.

Damn it...... It doesn't matter who this is a force for: me or the survivors...... This equipment is too strong......

Wait a minute...... It seems that there is more than that, and there is!

The man who sat down from the back of a motorcycle in the middle of the group looked around, and then a telepathic wave spread through the other soldiers.

He said: "This is the 'Carpentry No. 3' team, and I'm 'Pencil No. 16'. We have successfully completed the camouflage mission and infiltrated the designated location. Prepare for the next step of the operation. ”

What do you mean? What do you mean by "camouflage"? And what are their "next steps"?

Could it be ...... In addition to us, are there any other troops that have entered the World Throne to fight? Who are they? Friendly? Who sent it?

I don't know any of this, and I don't have time to care about it. Because at this moment, I heard a word from the mouth of "Pencil Sixteen" that made me feel uncomfortable.

"Roger. Next, we will work with other teams to perform devastating blasts within this isolated island. Clear all non-friendly targets. ”