Since he has infiltrated the base, he can't sit and wait, and Fisher, who is dressed as a German ** officer, simply swaggered around the camp with his followers.

The group took a shower with the crowd, and had a delicious lunch, and finally Fisher followed a German colonel to mix a sip of wine, and after being full of wine and food, he was about to find a barracks to squint for a while, Ludendorff took the guards back to the base!

Despite the scarcity of resources in Germany, Ludendorff himself was still domineering, with a convoy of eight reconnaissance vehicles and sedans, and he himself wore a 1910 style general's field uniform with dark flip sleeves, chest pockets, and a 1900-style collar badge. His 08 pistol was in a hard-shell holster, and he was wearing a gray military coat and an ivory cane in his hand.

And he himself looked extremely majestic, his face was solemn, and after chatting with a few officers who greeted him, he dropped his coat and walked to the largest building in the base, where the certificate of the German ** officer that Fisher touched was not qualified to enter.

Although he knew that the target was only a shot away from him, Fisher really didn't dare to burst out and kill people, after all, Ludendorff still had a guard of dozens of people around him, all equipped with bulletproof armor and 18 submachine guns, and the characteristic camouflage on the 1917 helmet on his head showed that these guards were carefully selected veterans of the storm commando. If it really starts, Fisher is really not sure, he usually brings some light weapons, body armor or something, and although the exoskeleton is powerful, it can't carry the 77 war defense gun.

"If only there was a nanosuit!" Fisher put the loaded Ruger back in his holster, and then slowly paced to the back of the convoy, where he saw a German pilot in a leather jacket being dragged from the truck by two other Storm Commando soldiers with large shoulders and waists.

“？？？” Fisher's eyes widened, and he vaguely saw a familiar shadow on the other party's distorted face, this is not that little one!

Captain Steve, who was originally extremely beautiful, was now dragged upside down into the largest building in the base like a dead dog.

Fisher wanted to follow along, but was stopped as soon as he reached the door.

"Pass, Captain!"

"I'm sorry, what did that guy do?" Dig out the cigarette**, a good old American knife is plugged over, and the sentry standing guard is immediately not so serious.

"It's said to be an American spy who just discovered!"

"Oh, thank you~"

Fisher, who turned around and left, is now a little skeptical of life, and this plot collapse should not have been done by himself, but it is impossible for him to watch Steve being made Billy by Ludendorff, a bad old man, and he still has to save people.

Back at his makeshift hideout, Fisher counted the remaining weapons and ammunition in his hand, some unused explosives, several rifles and submachine guns, and a bazooka, but none of these weapons had much ammunition, and the homemade improvised blaster had run out of ammunition and was left in the desert.

"Mahad!" Reaching out to the guerrillas he had brought, Fisher threw the explosives to them.

"Drop these things in the other corners of the camp and don't let anyone find out, Hala you three go to the parking lot, find an armored car, and stop at this location at six o'clock in the afternoon!"

"Mr. Lawrence, what are you going to do?" Several Arab guerrilla soldiers were puzzled.

"Save people, by the way, blow up this military base!"

"That's good!" When several Arab guerrillas heard the news, they were not only not afraid, but were excited, for them, it would be good to kill a few more enemies, as for whether they were Germans or Ottomans, was there a difference?

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Steve Trevor looked up, his right eye was swollen from the butt of a gun, his nose and mouth were full of fishy smells, and his arms and thighs were scorching from the friction of the shackles.

But Steve was not afraid, he just regretted that he didn't check the back road when he was acting during the day, and was discovered by the sentry, and Steve also knew the outcome he was going to face, it was nothing more than a death, fortunately, the item had been hidden by him in a secret place, although it could not be sent back to the Entente camp, but it could delay the progress of the Germans, and that was enough.

Just as Steve was still wondering whether he should call President Wilson or the United States of America to win before he died, the door to his cell was violently pushed open.

"How's he doing?" A neutral male voice asked.

"No big deal, this guy is strong enough!"

"That's good, Dr. Maru will like it! Drag him out! ”

Large, rough hands tugged at Steve's collar, and the sturdy jacket had been turned into pieces in the torture, and the soldiers stabbed and stabbed when they were pulled.

The noisy factory, the sound of chattering, and the sound of leather boots stepping on stagnant water all intertwined, making Steve a little in a trance.

Several big-shouldered commando soldiers led Steve to a sealed glass room and tied him to a chair.

Then a German general and a woman with a porcelain mask on her chin walked in.

"Where's my note?"

The woman was obviously a little excited when she saw Steve, and directly pulled her collar and questioned word by word.

"It's gone!" Steve coughed twice and wanted to laugh, but was stuck by the blood foam in his mouth, and finally it became a dry cough.

"You want to die, don't you?" The woman pointed to a stool not far away, on which sat an Allied prisoner of war, who had been dead for a long time.

"Is it worth dying like him? Captain, I'll ask you again, where are my notes? ”

The answer to her was Steve's look at a fool's eyes, "Your poison gas killed so many soldiers, and now you don't have a chance!" ”

"You ............" Dr. Maru was eager to eat Steve alive at the moment.

"I'll come, Dr. Maru!" Ludendorff, who had been silent behind, stepped forward and began to understand the reason, and persuaded Steve to hand over his stolen notebook from multiple perspectives such as military honor, life and family, but the latter just looked at each other and said: "Your Excellency General, you and I are both soldiers!" ”

After realizing that neither hard nor soft could make Steve's yield, Ludendorff had no choice but to ask Dr. Maru and her old secretary to make gas bombs again.

"It's too late for you to regret it now!"

"Come on!"

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Fisher pretended to be inspecting the artifacts and stood not far from the gas chamber, a handmade production line of poison gas bombs, where hundreds of Ottoman soldiers were working under the guidance of German officers to make bombs from Dr. Maru's inventions, which would then appear on the battlefields of the Middle East and Europe.

And Fisher also directly killed a German ** officer with a pass, and then used his pass to get in.

"Five, four, three, two, one!" Seeing that Steve was about to be turned into a test subject in a gas mask, Fisher caused the time bomb set by the guerrillas to explode.

Several shockwaves swept through the glass windows of all buildings within a few kilometers in an instant, and in the crackling glass, Fisher moved.

......Two stolen 18 submachine guns erupted fireworks, instantly smashing a row of storm commandos standing outside the laboratory into a sieve, and then the bullets crackled through the iron door and wooden walls, crackling on the bulletproof glass of the laboratory.

The chaotic Ottoman army and German ** officers had not yet gotten up from the ground at this moment, and then the smoke bombs emitting thick smoke were dropped by Fisher, and the choking smoke and dust instantly covered the area, and also covered Fisher's trace.

"Let's go!" Ludendorff watched the figure approaching in the smoke, pushed Dr. Maru towards another door in the laboratory, grabbed his pistol and looked at Fisher vigilantly.

"Did you save him? Then I promise, the moment you break down the door, he must be the one who dies! ”

"Are you sure?" Fisher's voice was muffled because he was wearing a gas mask, but Ludendorff heard it anyway.

"Yes!" After his guards entered through the back door, Ludendorff's confidence immediately increased, and he hid behind the guards soldiers, intending to see how Fisher broke through the door.

Then Fisher pulled out his 4 assault rifle from under his clothes and pressed it against thick bulletproof glass.

......A series of bullet holes appeared in the bulletproof glass, and Ludendorff's proud guards fell to the ground before they could even react, including Ludendorff himself, a bullet that hit his guard soldier deformed after penetrating his body and then hit him in the thigh.

"Damn, get me out of here!" After discovering that the opponent's weapon could penetrate the glass, Ludendorff did not dare to stay for a moment, struggled to crawl out the back door, and then let out a scream like a pig.

"Kill them, kill them!"

More Guards rushed forward to try to stop Fisher, but two artillery-type Luger pistols that rose out of thin air were the last scene they saw.

Sixty-four rounds of nine bullets were fired in such a confined space, and as a result, Ludendorff's guards stacked layers upon layers of corpses on the ground, and Fisher threw another smoke bomb, enveloping the back door of the gas chamber before he carried Steve on his shoulders and trotted down the road he had come from.

"You know, I crossed the whole desert just to see you, so don't sleep!" Fisher was running and chanting, he was still waiting to see his long legs, if Steve was cold, how would he go to Paradise Island?

"Notebook!" Steve also understood that Fisher was either friend or foe at this moment, patted Fisher on the shoulder, and whispered.

"What did you say?"

"The notebook, in my plane, number R123, is a Fokker triplane, be sure to get the notebook!"

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