Nighthawk's current speed is not much different from that of Rush. is completely out of the orbit of a normal person, and he almost sparks on his feet. The way they came has become imperceptible, and only the tall buildings that are still burning still show that they have arrived.

The night, still dark and dreary, without a trace of space, is the cradle of intrigue and filth.

Nighthawk flashed his flashlight and ran frantically with his group of defeated soldiers, like the remnants of their armor on the battlefield, carrying their dying thorns. I am afraid that if my legs and feet are even a little slower, the lives of my comrades-in-arms will slowly slip away like an inverted hourglass.

The monkey cried while running, and the pain could not suppress the unrestrained emotion. kept talking to himself, and kept telling the military thorn lying there as if he was summoning a spirit: "Military thorn, military thorn, you bastard must not die, if you die, who will beat me, Monroe is still waiting for you." ”

As if feeling the surging anticipation of the big guy's tide, in a high degree of sleep, the corners of the military thorn's mouth actually moved slightly, but this had already consumed the body he had accumulated for a long time. Then he tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep.

There is no way, the medical equipment in their hands is really pitiful, and they can only barely stop the bleeding stomach of the military stab! Otherwise, they could do nothing but quietly watch the vitality pass away bit by bit from the military thorn's body. The feeling of seeing a comrade-in-arms close to him who was about to die and could not do anything about it was really tormenting and going crazy.

Now, the only way to do this is to run faster, run faster, run faster!

Get out of this castle! Get out of the mountains!

There is Lao Zhou in front, Lao Zhou must have a way to save the army! This is their only hope.

They rushed forward as if they were crazy, and all the strength of this life was exerted. In this life! Together with the next life!

The gate on the city wall was now lying on the ground in all directions, and there was no longer a majestic and majestic scene.

Surrounded by Fuso people who had been shot and fell to the ground, bloodied and wide-eyed, it seemed that they themselves did not believe that their death was caused by the endless greed of a traitor.

The walls were riddled with bullet holes, and it was clear that when Shimada's gang came in just now, there was a fierce shootout between the two sides.

But if you look closely, there are only the corpses of Fuso people on the ground, and there is not a single Shimada person. Nighthawk was a little surprised, Shimada actually had such a strong strength, and the Su zhì of those mercenaries seemed to be not to be underestimated. But he has this ability, why do you want us to help, can't you just solve it yourself?

Nighthawk shook his head, dissipating the thoughts from his mind, now was not the time to think about them. After a quick glance, Nighthawk quickly followed the team, the life of the military thorn was important, and everything else could be put aside for the time being.

The steep mountain road is now extremely long, like a long road to hell, and nothing can be seen after the chaos of the times. Let everyone keep cursing in their mouths, why is it endless.

Waiting for everyone to stumble all the way down the mountain, almost all of them had weak legs and knelt on the ground.

They are in such a hurry that they forget to change gear! My knees couldn't stand the impact back and forth, and when I was relieved at the moment, I only felt that my knees were weak.

Looking at the thorn still lying firmly on the stretcher, Nighthawk sighed. Standing up desperately, he shook his aching knee: "Are you okay?" ”

Everyone was actually in a similar situation, but their knees hurt a little, and when they heard Nighthawk ask, they immediately replied, "It's okay." ”

"Okay, let's go, we can't wait any longer." Nighthawk picked up his gun, turned around and ran out as fast as he could.

The night is still so long, like the road under your feet, you can't walk at the end. Normally, for them, it is only an hour's journey, but at this moment, it is like the end of the sky, which makes people daunting and powerless to think.

The thorns in the improvised stretcher were basically so weak that they couldn't breathe, like a corpse that was gradually getting cold. Although his pale face was so dark as ink, he still looked frightened, like a zombie that had just been dug out of the ground. At any time, they will jump up and drink the blood of the living.

Nighthawk's face was not much better than that of the thorns, and the rapid running almost made him almost breathless! Look behind him, the others are the same as him, the face of the mine is no different from the thorn lying on the stretcher, looking at it I am afraid that after a while, I will have to lie on the ground due to lack of oxygen, and there will be one more person on the stretcher.

Nighthawk snapped to a halt, gasping for air. From the dizzy and shaky hands of the mines, he grabbed the stretcher, barely gathered his strength and said, "Big ...... Everyone...... Everyone, Hugh, Hugh, Hugh...... Rest for two ...... Minute. ”

He couldn't say anything more, only gasping for breath instead of his voice. There was no rhythmic gasp accompanied by the creeping grim reaper, shrouded in the stretcher, above the head of the stab.

Taking a few breaths, Nighthawk felt much better, and his mind was able to think normally again. Looking at the watch, almost five minutes have passed, I can't wait any longer, the military thorn is really not moving, and I can even feel the biting coldness coming from the military thorn's body in an orderly and slow manner.

"Run, everyone keep running, it's not far away, Lao Zhou is in front." Almost with a cry, Nighthawk felt a chill on his cheeks.

No talking, only running! They began to run for their lives again, and on the country road, only the heavy gasps of the group mingled with the heavy steps like beating drums.

Ahead, just ahead, that familiar bend, that's where they started!

The light, it was the angel calling, and the two lights were shooting straight at their vain remnants.

Lao Zhou saw them panicked from afar. He instantly had a sense of foreboding, and hurriedly beckoned his four bodyguards to meet the Nighthawk at a speed of 100 meters.

Grabbing Lao Zhou's hand, Nighthawk's heart sank completely, and he was no longer able to speak. The sprint and running of dozens of kilometers had made his head run out of oxygen, and he could only barely distinguish the appearance of Lao Zhou after the two or three figures in front of him came together.

Nighthawk desperately pointed at the military thorn on the stretcher, and fell to the ground!

Fiercely sucking air with his mouth, nose, and pores all over his body.

If there was an exhaust fan now, he would love to put it all in his mouth and help him breathe together.

Lao Zhou hurriedly beckoned his subordinates to carry the military thorn to the car first, and he had already seen that the military thorn was dying.

"How? Who else among you is hurt. Lao Zhou used his best strength to help up the nighthawk who had bent into a shrimp-like shrimp, and then eagerly checked whether he was injured.

"I didn't ...... Gone...... Did the dream ,,,, dream ,,, Monroe wake up ,,,? Nighthawk said intermittently, and finally didn't forget about Monroe, who was rescued. At that time, she was in a hurry, she was still in a coma, and she didn't know what happened to her now.

"She's fine." Lao Zhou comforted Monroe's situation: "She has been affected by the drug, she will wake up soon, there is a little trauma, there is no problem." ”

Everyone supported each other and struggled to get up, and their legs no longer felt anything! Like two mops hanging from their waists, they have to drag forward with their crotches with every step they take.

Walking to the side of the car, Meng Fei was nervously treating the wound of the military thorn!

First, the wound was cleaned and disinfected, and the last stitch was carefully stitched up to the already miserable, flesh turned outward belly! Sprinkle hemostatic powder, as if you feel the severe pain of hemostatic powder penetrating the nerves. The military thorn's brows were tightly furrowed, but there was still no sign of waking up.

"Okay, wait a minute, we'll have to change places to give him a blood transfusion! He had lost so much blood that he wouldn't last long. Mengfei wiped the sweat on his forehead, and the blood of the military thorn had already covered his face. Meng Fei, who was already injured, treated this comrade-in-arms who was more seriously injured than himself, and he was tired and couldn't get into shape!

"Everyone gets in the car, and we're going to save his life." Lao Zhou shouted loudly, supporting the Nighthawk and climbing into the car one by one. Without waiting for his order, the bodyguard roared, and the two cars quickly drove away from this place, one after the other.

"Brother, you'll be fine, we're going to get you back." Holding the hand of the thorn, Nighthawk shed the tears of the man's strength and nobility.

"Officer Suzuki, someone called the police! There was a fierce shootout at Matsumoto-chan's castle, many people died, and half of the castle was set on fire. A police officer ran to Suzuki's side out of breath, eagerly reporting.

"Oh? Is there such a big situation? Did the local police go? Suzuki asked, frowning.

"Not only the local police have gone, but even the security bureau and intelligence department are rushing to the scene, will we leave now?" The officers are ready to turn around and go!

"Yes! Wait, I'll report to the chief, and you should immediately inform all the officers who can be dispatched to be ready to go at any time. Looking at the police officer who hurriedly came out, Suzuki picked up the phone in front of him and quickly dialed the director's number.

"Director, Matsumoto was attacked, he should be dead." Suzuki said to the director in a gloating tone, "Now that many people are rushing, are we going to do anything?" "I'll go to the scene with you immediately, hehe, I can't leave anyone else with any tricks." On the other end of the phone, the director also looked gloating. If Matsumoto saw these people wanting him to die like this, I'm afraid he would have to come back to life from the ground.

In a dilapidated country house, there is not even a single family around, and the most is a messy number of tombless graves scattered around the villa. Coupled with the thick fog that cannot be dissolved all year round, it is desolate like a foreign country, and it is not like a place where people can stay.

In the hall of the villa, Nighthawk and his party were sitting in a circle, slowly drinking fresh tea from the teapot. Looking back at the infusion at the door of the room, although his face was still pale, there were some blood-colored military thorns, Nighthawk sighed slightly: "It's finally rescued." "You've been hiding here for a while now! Now the whole of Fuso is frantically looking for you, and even put a lot of pressure on our embassy! This is a very big political incident. But fortunately, they can't prove that you are from the Celestial Empire, so now they can only shout. The magpie grinned, thinking of the scene where those hateful old men of Fuso had no evidence, and jumped all over the ground in a hurry, but finally walked away. She couldn't help but be happy: "You have completed this mission very well, as for the nuclear bomb, the organization has already sent another team of people to search, and your next step is to evacuate." "Another team? What's going on? Lao Zhou asked the magpie suspiciously, as far as he knew, the Thunder team in his hand was the entire National Security Bureau, when did a team of people come out again.

The magpie shook his head, I don't know about this, the organization is free to arrange, it's not for me to ask.

Lao Zhou nodded, he understood the magpie's difficulties.

"This was originally the place where the grave keeper lived, he has been dead for a long time, this place is deserted, it is no problem to live for ten days and a half months, I have already contacted it, you will retreat in these two days, so as not to have many dreams."

"How do we get there?" Lao Zhou didn't know how their group of wounded soldiers could leave Fusang in this situation.

The magpie smiled mysteriously: "You go with the boat, the owner of the ship, it should have come." ”