Walking out of the gate of the research institute, two fighters from the Soviet superpower unit rushed quickly in the direction of the forest.

"There's something wrong with that professor." Jane blinked, and commented succinctly.

"The people in the institute are crazy, whatever." Fakovsky smiled: "Let's find that little ghost first, he's quite powerful, I've never seen a guy who can escape from the attack of a large horror robot." ”

"I don't know who is more powerful, he or 'Vanguard'." Jane pursed her lips.

"The Vanguard will kill you if he hears that." Fakovsky said and quickened his pace: "Stop talking nonsense, let's go!" ”

For members of the Soviet superpower forces, it was not difficult to track down a small child with no experience of escaping. The two crossed the river and soon found the fire that had not yet been burned.

"I see footprints." Jane didn't look down at all, and confirmed the traces left by the other party.

Fakovsky followed, secretly clenching his fists as he advanced.

The lion fights the rabbit and goes all out, not to mention that this time the opponent is not a rabbit, but a crazy beast. Even he didn't dare to take it lightly.

Entering the deep darkness of the dense forest, there is still no sign of any creature. But this strange silence made Farkovsky frown:

It's so quiet, so it's weird.

Although the summer is almost over, there must be a lot of insects and other small creatures in the forest now, and you can't hear a sound at all, which is obviously unreasonable.

"Wait a minute." Jane stretched out her right hand in front of him.

"What's going on?"

"There were suddenly more footprints, at least ten people, and all of them were recent." Jane narrowed her left eye, and a subtle fierce light flashed in her long and narrow pupils.

Hearing the unexpected facts, Falkovsky was stunned for a second, and then immediately began to speculate:

- Could it be that the military spies of other countries have come to pick up that little ghost?

No, if you want to answer, it's enough to send someone. This kind of covert operation, too many people, will be bad.

- Are they the footprints left by the guards of the institute?

When he first arrived at the institute, he saw the guards of the institute, and they all looked cowering. He didn't trust those cowards to consciously search for them when no one was sending them.

While he was still speculating, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps not far ahead.

Fakovsky ducked behind the nearest tree as fast as he could, leaning back to the thick trunk and turning sideways to observe the situation in front of him.

"Fifteen people, all with guns." Jane's faint voice floated from ahead.

"Ah, what are they here for?" Fakovsky looked with some surprise at the large number of figures pouring out of the forest, the weapons in the hands of these guys, which looked like AK-47s.

Little did he know that there would be such inexplicable weapons on Soviet soil, and that these guys might be damned Cossacks or come from somewhere else. But......

"Ready for action." Jane's cold voice rang out.

"Wait, don't kill them all, let's see what they're doing first!" Fakovsky hastened to stop the "teenage girl's" impending killing.

"Why did you arrange for me to go on a mission with this murderer? Whoever you team up with is better than her, damn it......"

With frustrated thoughts, Falkovsky lowered his body and held his breath, and under the cover of night, sneaked in the direction of the gun-wielding figures.

"Whoa!"

The boy who was fleeing was awakened by the sound of rustling in the bushes in front of the tree hole.

Because of his vigilance, his sleep was also very light, and the moment he heard a sound from the bushes, he quickly woke up, staring at the solemn darkness ahead.

Someone's coming?

The young man silently stretched out the blade in his right hand, and at the same time turned on the switch of the combat machinery in his body, ready to fight.

On the other side of the bush, a shadow was swaying from side to side. Heavy breathing sounds.

If the Institute's guards had discovered the hideout, they would have acted too rashly. Thinking of this, a vague judgment crossed the boy's mind-

Maybe the guy who came this time didn't have any malice, or maybe he wasn't human at all?

Realizing this, the boy did not immediately kill him, but suddenly used his strength under his feet, directly slammed into the bushes blocking the tree hole, and rushed out like a sharp arrow.

"Whew!"

Before he could confirm what the shadow was, a low, alert howl was heard.

The young man rushed forward more than ten meters away in one go, and after making sure that he was out of danger, he looked back at the "visitor" this time, and then was taken aback.

It was a lone wolf covered in bruises.

Blood was dripping from his brown fur, and there was a shocking claw mark on his closed left eye, but the open right eye still cast a dangerous yellow light.

The wolf limped forward slowly, baring his teeth as he walked towards the boy, as if he was about to attack.

If an ordinary person encounters this injured beast, they will probably be scared to the core. But in the young man's heart, there were strange emotions that began to rise.

Looking at the scarred lone wolf who walked towards him, the young man lowered his voice and muttered to himself:

"You too...... And I ...... Same, right? ”

The scars on this wolf's body are obviously paw prints and tooth marks left by the wolf, has it also suffered bullying and betrayal from its own kind?

- Of course, it could have betrayed the wolves itself, but in any case, it was the same.

They are all loners who have been mutilated by their own kind. Wherever you go, you're alone.

"You too...... Lonely, right? ”

The boy asked in an inaudible voice.

Even now that he has regained his freedom, he is still well aware that he has lost the ability to communicate with others after seven years of torture. In fact, I was lucky that I didn't become crazy.

The same torn body, the same heart that is unwilling to give in. The boy could feel that the wounded wolf was the same as himself.

"Roar!"

The scarred lone wolf pounced, opened its fanged mouth, and bit down on the boy's neck.

- I'm sorry, but I sympathize with you, but I can't die right now.

The young man with such a thought, without the slightest hesitation, used his right fist equipped with a metal skeleton to blast into the body of the lone wolf.

In the dimly lit night jungle, two beasts with the same disease fight to the death for their lives.