Not only the connecting passages between the aprons can connect each apron to each other, but also the towers themselves that surround the walls around the apron and connect to the towers of the other aprons. Pen%Fun%Pavilion www.biquge.info Our men are obviously unaware of the existence of the tarmac tower, and hopefully the enemy is not aware either. According to the previous judgment of the environment, coupled with the detection of drones, although there is no electricity and oxygen in the next few aprons, it is not a vacuum environment, and the gravity system has not been destroyed. If the enemy hides troops here, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Really...... Penetrate this direction? Standing at the gate of the blockade, Sergei asked timidly. The protective shield of Yuri's spacesuit was so transparent that I couldn't see his eyes, which often twinkled with hesitation.

I've never seen this kind of inner activity in the eyes of a Storm Team warrior. From the Siberian training camp to Moscow, from San Francisco to the Black Forest, from Berlin to Figil, from Yurigler to here, not a single regular fighter of the regular storm group who served would have fear in his eyes. Although China's Chairman Zhou Anlong said: "Timidity is not a lack of courage, but it is not that courage has not been used where it should be used." But......

But in the end I didn't say anything, I just said, "We don't have a choice." He put on his helmet. What we are facing is not an ordinary decompression door that cuts off the connection between the outside and the outside, but a completely closed in an emergency to cut off the connection with the surrounding apron, which is used to "break the wrist of a strong man". Soldiers who have been haunted in various secret institutions know that once this kind of door is lowered, even ordinary special forces do not dare to open it without permission, and the back of the door often represents danger and disaster.

Indeed...... If the self-destruct device destroys the building opposite, it's worth a blockade. But seeing the blocked doors on both our side and the other side of the other side made my brow tighten.

It was too troublesome to open and close the blockade door, so I only closed the decompression door, facing a broken darkness. In the darkness, I turned on my night vision goggles, and the surrounding ruins obstructed the view. Corpses and all sorts of debris were everywhere from every room to the outside floor, and every now and then something could be trampled on. The airport valve at the top doesn't look damaged, which is a blessing in disguise. I frowned when a soldier accidentally stepped into a hole in the road and was pulled up, reminding everyone to be careful of the vulnerability under their feet.

The corridor was long, with a fence on the right that had been half shattered by the self-destruction mechanism (the broken half was no doubt glass), and on the left was rows of rooms that had been destroyed in unison. In the past, when we cleaned up the newly recaptured Yuri-controlled area, it was impossible for the troops not to be attacked by slave laborers or berserker puppet troops, and our tarmac took a long time to clean up when it was first put into use, and it took a dozen people to clean it completely. But the corridor here is very strange, clockwise around half of the corridor, all have entered the opposite tower, still not ambushed, not to mention the "large number of suspicious heat sources" encountered by Comrade Andya. "Where did Comrade Andya die, remember?" I asked Najib, who was following me, and he gave me a shrug that would be considered a "strenuous exercise" in a heavy spacesuit. Well, with that said, what about the unease and terror that pervades the air? That's why when the troops reached the tower, I ordered them to stop immediately.

"Stop! I had a strange premonition that there was something unusual in the tower. With that, I sat down and the others began to look around, and I looked at the tower. Compared to our tarmac tower, there was nothing special about it, the layout was exactly the same, with a few crooked corpses lying near the computer desk, and the computer was still shining tirelessly. Several more bodies lay in the doorway, and one soldier, who didn't see it, fell before I could be alerted, eliciting a roaring roar of ghosts on the radio.

"Be careful...... Wait, what are you tripping up? "At a casual glance, I saw that what that guy stepped on just now was not the corpse, but a few small cylindrical things on the ground!" Come! "Pick up those little things on the ground - who turned on the flashlight - oh, thank you, Comrade Sergey - and show me them!" "The first interruption was due to the fact that the soldiers were so confused and overwhelmed that I almost got angry, and the second time because I was used to the darkness and suddenly saw the bright light of Sergei's flashlight. When Najib brought the cylindrical substance to me, I gasped after just one look.

"Comrade Izazinka, you were the first to pick up Comrade Andya back among those who stayed on the tarmac, are you sure that Andya and they were not shot?"

"Absolutely not. I've seen that there were only smash wounds on the corpse at that time, and there could not have been gunshot wounds. ”

"Then are you sure the enemy didn't fire either?"

"Definitely not. The comrades who came back all said that if there was really an enemy ambush, it would be impossible for there to be no traces of gunfire at the scene, but even if there was a gunfight, the movement of laser gun fire and the damage at the scene were absolutely very large, and it was impossible to hide it, let alone the conventional guns of the allied forces. ”

"Isn't there any other search team in there?"

Najib hesitated for a moment, and Izazinka took over: "If there is no column commander to go on an expedition, others will simply be sent to death if they go in." But even if it is sent to death, it should not be sent by the troops of the storm team. ”

"Thank you for your statement," I said, absentmindedly picking up something I was fiddling with, "and in that case, guys, explain this." I picked up what I was holding. Considering that Sergei's flashlight and the people behind him were pouring up, I directly put away what was in my hand and announced to everyone: "Don't look at the people in the back." It's a bullet. Not an ordinary bullet casing, but an alloy bullet used in Allied guns. ”

The phrase "so quiet that you can hear a pin drop on the ground" is tantamount to bragging on the moon, but I bet the world-famous Alphne Museum that there is no radio saying anything other than the chill and electromagnetic murmur that goes all the way down to the back.

"Is there a magnetometer infantry? Take an EMI, set it to turn on for five seconds, and throw it down! ”

A magnetoblaster pulled out something as small as a grenade and looked at it carefully through the fluorescence of the keyboard for a while before finishing the setup and throwing it downstairs. With the explosion of "Zizi", bursts of electric light spread from the gadget just now to all sides, which was particularly dazzling in the dark tarmac. I never expected that an electromagnetic jammer, as small as a grenade, could emit energy covering a kilometer in an instant.

"It seems that we are not facing an enemy," my words gradually became solemn, "I don't know why they are all so interested in us, and they all come to visit us in turn, and they all stand at the gate that is about to destroy us, but they all stop at the point, and none of them come in." It may be that Comrade Daxia's hospitality is not very thorough, but my logic is that since the guest arrives at the door of the house, he is not allowed to eat and walk around, how can he be called 'Mad Bear' Makyebuka! ”

I looked at the "pomp" on the tarmac below. Najib frantically fiddled with his laptop on one side, and on the tarmac, countless Phantom tanks were now in chaos due to the harassment of electromagnetic jammers, and a "mighty and majestic" army was exposed.