"Let's clean up. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Seeing that Jin Yanbai was still in shock and grief, I let out a long sigh and slowly gave orders to the other man-made gods.

The series of events that have happened in the past two days have been shocking blows to Jin Yanbai. Such ups and downs will be unbearable for anyone. He stared at the enamelled floor in front of him, Gatula shivering on his knees by a pool of blood, Ian licking the blood from his hands, and Emily and Gelk with fierce eyes. All traces of Jia Rui were gone, leaving only a pile of grotesquely shaped minced flesh and a large patch of blood mixed with green and red.

"Someone...... Clean this up......" Jin Yanbai slowly stood up and ordered out the door, "Clean it up, don't leave anything behind!" ”

Gelk and Emily look disappointed, and Darsha covers her mouth and retches.

Then Jin Yanbai's body shook twice, and his butt fell back on the sofa.

……

"I really didn't expect ......" Through the one-way transparent glass of the laboratory, Daxia sighed softly, "Clones have this effect. ”

By the time of the Battle of New Zealand and Australia, Yuri should have already demonstrated the strength of his clone army in Australia. Not only will it mutate into a madman, but the corpse will also release a large amount of toxin for a short time after death, and those who inhale it may also mutate.

"The person I'm really worried about is actually Jin Yanbai," I said softly, "and it's hard to say whether the brain will remain as calm as it should be after experiencing many thrills of joy and sorrow." Although he doesn't need a psychiatrist......"

I saw Tang Tengkai slowly walking in this direction from a distance, and Daxia said softly: "Don't worry, Comrade Ji Yun is helping him guide." ”

Maybe it's a mistake. I saw from a distance that Tang Tengkai suddenly raised his head, and his expression froze, as if he had heard something terrible.

"Actually, I don't think anyone can guide him," I summed up gently, "and this matter needs Jin Yanbai to recover and adjust himself." The only fear I have now is that if his mind is in a state of confusion all the time, he may miss out on the next plan. ”

"By the way, what about Chen Tianjie and Jinnie?" When he left the door of the laboratory, Daxia woke up like a dream and asked, "There was such a big fuss just now, neither of them showed up, could it be ......?"

"About this......" I didn't look back at Daxia, only showed a sneer in the direction where Tang Tengkai came, "Who knows?" ”

As if not wanting to hear our conversation, Tang Tengkai quickened his pace and passed past us.

……

"Please, Nguyen, Yang, Huntrang," as soon as he arrived at the door of the interrogation room, he heard someone shouting in broken English like killing pigs, "We used to be revolutionary comrades-in-arms......

"You traitor, shut up! Who's talking to you what a bullshit comrade! One of them roared, "You betrayed us!" ”

I had the misfortune to interrupt the impending "lynching" of Gatula. I don't advocate torture, but it's a good form of punishment.

"Your English is worse than your French," I said, frowning, looking at Gatula yelling in his chair, and complaining in disgust, "show some of the courage of your Zulu ancestors." ”

"Oh! It's Comrade Mark, and Comrade Darsha! The moment Gatulla saw us, he had a look of pardon. He grabbed my thighs and knelt down to hug me and wept bitterly, crying and saying, "General Mark! I'm a ghost for a while, and I see money and my eyes are open. I admit to committing a serious crime, but I have been serious about correcting ......"

If it weren't for the fact that he almost buried the entire coalition forces in Pyongyang in the crucial battle just now, I would even think that my punishment against him was too terrible. Looking at his intact appearance, I glanced at the expression of Daxia next to him covering his mouth and stomachache, and at the same time, there was a killing intent in my heart.

"Get up." I grabbed Gatullah's clothes and pulled him to the same level of sight as mine, so he could make eye contact with me.

"Do you want to fight for the opportunity to make meritorious contributions?"

……

"How much longer?" Darsha waited a little impatiently. The air conditioner in Gatula's communication room was broken, and someone brought in two high-power electric fans, but it still couldn't relieve the stuffiness.

"Rest easy...... Two, the communication signal has been sent out......" Gatula said as she wiped the sweat from her head, "but all the communication contacts were given to me by Jiarui...... If they had agreed in advance to change the frequency of communication or something, I would have no choice......"

It's a pity that Jiarui is dead, and she hasn't found any valuable information around her.

"Do you always pray?" I asked suddenly.

"What?" Gatulla didn't understand.

"I heard that the inhabitants of African countries are either Muslims or Catholics, many are Christians, and the rest of the people basically believe in some local religions, and many of them will pray to their gods before the war, 'So-and-so wishes me success.'" So I'm curious, do you have a habit of praying? ”

"Pray? I have! I have! Gatullah suddenly trembled with excitement and pulled out the pendant of an Orthodox cross from his neck, "I am from Djibouti!" I'm an Orthodox ......"

"It's weird." Darsha commented lightly, and Gatura's face, which was still a little excited just now, immediately changed. This guy doesn't really think that Prime Minister Lomanov was an Orthodox Christian, and his daughter will have a good impression of the Orthodox Church, right?

"That's not the point...... I said, wiping the cold sweat that didn't exist on my head, "I just want to remind you that if you have someone to pray to, remember to pray to her." If there is no response from the other side within three minutes, I will kill you. ”

Before more pitiful words begging for mercy could come out of Gatura's mouth, a white bald eagle logo suddenly flashed on the display. It's the badge of the Allies! Gatula cheered happily: "Great, finally connected!" ”

The bald eagle logo disappears, and in the background is a blonde correspondent in a blue uniform at a desk. Her armband depicts the U.S. emblem of "Grass Eagle" instead of a white stick figure bald eagle. What is really strange, which US military operation was not under the banner of the Allies?

"Good afternoon...... Hmm, you're a lieutenant? "I put my head in front of the screen and looked up at the guy on the screen, and the other person's face changed when they saw my head stuck into the screen.

Although I didn't say a word, I saw her name tag at a glance: Terrell (the first few words are illegible, but this scribbled writing should be American), Liaison Officer of the Eighth Army of the United States, Lieutenant......

Other exchanges were interrupted by an old Chinese man. A near-bald head, supported by epaulettes twinkling with two gold stars, appeared on the monitor, squeezing Lieutenant Trill out.

"Hey, 'gerbil', I'm 'white wolf', please reply when you hear it." The Chinese lieutenant general pushed Phnom Penh in the eye and motioned for Lieutenant Trill to leave as he took the walkie-talkie. As the latter left his seat, I was sure that the old Chinese man slapped Lieutenant Trill on the buttocks.

Darsha pulled his pistol from his waist and pointed it at Gatura's head. The latter looked at me in panic, then at Dasha, and cried out tremblingly, "Oh God...... No, no, no......"

I took the pistol that Daxia was holding, and when I touched Daxia's hand, I noticed that her hand was shaking. Still don't dare to kill?

"Wait...... You promised me ......"

"Yes, I promised you that if the contact fails, you will be killed." Holding the women's pistol, I felt so light that I couldn't get used to it. But it's a murderous weapon, so let's make do with it.

Then I should open fire. Shots rang out, and Gatura's body collapsed in front of the table.

"This ......" The Chinese on the other side, as well as countless people outside the screen, gasped.

Unmoved, I pushed away Gatura's body and sat down on the chair.

"Good evening," I said, wiping the blood from the table in front of me and looking up nonchalantly, "some of you may have heard my name. ”

Someone behind the screen gasped: "Lord...... I bet I saw this guy on the news last month......"

"Yes, thanks for the compliment," I said in the direction of the voice, "my name is Makjebka." ”

The old Chinese man on the other side kept staring at me closely, and when he heard me report his name, he suddenly burst out and scolded damn it.

This makes me a little curious, he should be a very elegant person (at least the disciples and grandchildren of the "Oiling China Provisional Government", in the eyes of the outside world, he must pretend to be "gentle, courteous and frugal"), what makes him so popular?

"I remember," he roared in a low voice, "that during the Battle of San Francisco, it was your men who destroyed the headquarters of the Chinese Cooking Party in Chinatown and killed my two sons!" ”

Finished. It seems that the negotiations that I have worked so hard to prepare will not go on.