The scrivener motioned for her to hide inside the vines, where the mountain was recessed in a large chunk just enough to shelter from the rain. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Polgar stood up and climbed into the vines with his body propped up.

The scrivener did not return with Polgar, and walked along the plank road alone, looking down at the corpse at his feet. The rain washed away the blood on his body and accelerated the flow of blood, and the large logs were dyed red. He crouched down and looked the corpse up and down, undoubtedly a ninja killer, dressed exactly like the previous two.

The scrivener turned the lying corpse over, revealing a bloody gun hole on his forehead, and no clotted blood swished out. The clothes on his chest had long been soaked with rain and blood, and the pale red liquid trickled down the clothes onto the logs, and dripped down the logs into the mountain stream below.

The corpse had a metal badge pinned to its chest, slightly rectangular and only as wide as an index finger. The scrivener quickly took off the badge, and this one was already the fourth. I originally thought it was a medal, but it didn't look like it, because each badge was different, and the shape was the same in general, but there were differences in letters and patterns. Li Keji believes that it is a symbol or proof of some kind of status. Whatever, put it away first, and then put the badge in the pocket of the scrivener.

The rain was still falling, and the mountains were drowned in the rain curtain, and the gunfire was absent, and it was temporarily calm.

The scrivener lifted the dangling vines and bent down into the place where it had been lurking. Now there's one more person here, and Polgar is dealing with his wounds. The wound is under the collarbone, and a long knife edge is hideously exposed, such a vicious environment, the slightest carelessness will be infected. Many times, the most lethal things on the battlefield are not injuries, but bacteria and viruses.

Polgar flashed his shirt off and wiped and disinfected the wound. When I looked up and saw the scrivener box coming in, I didn't feel the slightest shame, and I was still concentrating on the wound.

The scrivener moved a little in the face of the spring in his eyes, but he soon calmed down, he was never a person who easily messed up in front of the spring. However, space is so limited that it is impossible for him to turn a blind eye to the spring in his eyes.

Polgar is a woman who is special, with both the fortitude and tenacity of a man, and the fullness and elasticity of a woman. The slightly bronzed skin indicates that this is a woman with a lot of experience, and a long scar on the biceps on her right arm is a good illustration of that experience. It is undeniable that Polgar has a woman's beautiful appearance genes, the difference is that she is less charming and more heroic, and her skin is richer than that of ordinary women, which is caused by years of field training and combat, and the kind of bronzed skin appears on her body but has a little more wild beauty.

"Dai, I need your help." Polgar said calmly, unfazed by the scrivener's gaze. I have to say that this is a woman with extremely strong psychological qualities.

Polgar broke the wound open with his fingers, and wiped the scrivener with a sterile cotton ball. Blood seeped out of the shredded flesh, and the cotton balls instantly turned red. The scrivener had to be replaced and continued to wipe, very lightly and seriously, and walked down the wound little by little. Despite this, Polgar's teeth were still in pain, but he didn't say a word the whole time.

After the disinfection is completed, the knife wound medicine is applied. Then wrap a bandage around the chest to fix the wound. Fortunately, the wound is not deep, it does not hurt the muscles and bones, and some movements can be done. The medicine and bandages are made in the United States, and the results are excellent. I have to admire the cost that the United States has put on its own soldiers, both equipment and medicine are the most advanced in the world. Each person in this operation was equipped with a package full of necessities, including medicines. It's just that the scrivener box has long been lost, and Polgar is more careful and keeps a package.

After treating the wound, Polgar did not immediately put on his clothes, because the clothes had already been soaked by the rain, and wearing them would not be good for the wound. I had to go topless for the time being.

The scrivener looked down at the spring in front of him, and deliberately stared at it with very exaggerated eyes. At the beginning, in the training hall, three women beat him, including Polgar's share. This matter has always been haunted by the scrivener, and now that there is an opportunity for revenge, he will naturally not let it go.

Polgar was still expressionless, and he took the scrivener as air. The blood stained the gauze red, but it did not spread again, and the injury was well controlled.

The scrivener is very boring, this woman is indeed not simple, and her psychological quality is outrageous. "How did your injuries come from?" He asked.

"Someone sneaked up on me." Polgar said lightly. The water from her hair ran down her forehead, and she brushed it down to prevent the water from falling on her body.

"You're at the top of the mountain?" The scrivener asked again.

"Nope. As soon as I reached the mountainside, I was attacked by someone, but I was lucky to dodge it quickly enough, otherwise I would ......," Polgar said, looking at the wound under his collarbone.

"The top of the mountain, there may be a big secret." Polgar was silent for a moment before speaking.

"Oh, how so?" This sentence piqued the interest of the scrivener.

"Intuition. With so many ninja killers gathered on one mountain, it's not just going to slaughter us. ”

The scrivener nodded, and Polgar's words made sense. If it is only understood that the ninja killers came specifically to slaughter the Allied squad, it is indeed too superficial and cannot be explained in many places. In fact, the scrivener and others went to this mountain by accident, if the direction of their breakthrough is not here, but due north, then the ninja killer's slaughter plan will not fail? The only explanation is that they have another mission. The scrivener suddenly thought of another question: whether the Allied high-level knew the inside story, and the team sent was not just as simple as exterminating the ninja killer.

The scrivener couldn't help but shudder, he remembered the experience of the sinkhole, until now he thought that the real intention of his superiors was not as simple as rescuing the U.S. Air Force personnel, it was probably related to the ivory in the crack of the sinkhole, but for some reason it was not explicitly stated.

And this time? The scrivener is very suspicious of the true intentions of his superiors, and it is not just as simple as dealing with the ninja killer. But I can't really tell him why, at least for now. The mind of the superior is really hard to guess.

"What are you thinking?" Polgar interrupted the scrivener's thoughts.

The scrivener moved, the space was too small, and the two had to huddle together. He moved his body, and Polgar had to move with him, otherwise it would be difficult to do it alone. Even if it could be done, it would require a very intense process of physical friction, which Polgar did not want to see.

"I'm thinking...... Is the mission given to us by our superiors really just to assassinate the ninja killer? The scrivener moved before he said, Polgar's mind is so meticulous, there is no need to hide it from her. Telling the truth will cause estrangement and affect the future of the battle. When it comes to the word "assassination", he himself feels a bit inappropriate, ninja killers have always been good at assassination, and this mission is actually to assassinate people who are good at assassination. This decision of the superiors is really a bit funny.