After escaping the police, Mira returned to her hiding place. She staggered down the porch, and it was dark all around, and she groped for a long time to find her room.

She pushed open the door and entered, a modest room with a fiber carpet on the floor and empty cardboard boxes around it.

In the northeast corner, there is a row of sandalwood purple bookshelves, and under the white curtain by the window is a simple wooden bed, and the pillow and bedding are all white, without any decoration.

On the wall hangs an oil painting of a Russian girl in her 20s. In the lower right corner of the painting there is a row of Russian letters, which are the full name of the maiden, Yevdonia. Anatoly. Dearrey Walker.

The sun fell on her shoulders, and her wonderful eyelids drooped slightly. She sat under a tree, surrounded by green grass and an unknown field of wildflowers.

The girl had long, wavy pale blonde hair, snow-white skin, semblance lips, a high nose, and a pair of gray pupils. She was smiling sweetly with one hand over her straw hat.

When the door was closed, Mira suddenly collapsed on the floor, her hands covering her forehead in pain. She began to sob, as if in great fear.

“... Ah.....h

Mira was crying, it was her old problem, and she couldn't predict how often it would happen. At first, it will occur almost every day, and then it will be as short as a few months or as long as a year and a half.

Attacks can be accompanied by severe panic and splitting headaches, which can last for an hour or two. In a good case, she will fall asleep because of the headache; The worst case scenario is that she spends long hours in fear.

While she was still conscious, Mira took off her clothes so that the wound could be exposed. She threw her blood-soaked pants to the ground, leaving only two pieces of underwear.

She opened the drawer of the bookshelf and pulled out the medical kit, from which she pulled out a bottle of alcohol and some gauze. Because of the headache, the body gradually became less obedient. Mira looked at the wound on her body and simply poured alcohol on it.

“.... Yes!! ”

Mira let out a wail, then wrapped the gauze around the wound in her calf. Numbness, the left shoulder felt something was not quite right, and she tried to raise her left arm, but before she could lift it above her head, there was a sharp pain.

After realizing that it was the pain of a misaligned shoulder, she took off her mask, picked up a bottle of vodka on the table and took a few sips. Once she recovered, she grabbed her left wrist with her right hand, first abducted upwards and then internally rotated it as she flexed her elbow to the midline of her chest.

There was a crisp bone thud, and Mira sat down on the ground. She curled up in the darkness of the corner, not bright enough to see her face. Only a pair of half-open eyes, between their fingers, were looking out in horror.

Everything around her seemed to swallow her up, and she was faced with endless darkness. She was trembling all over, and even things that seemed so normal now seemed to have a soul, and she was smiling at herself.

"Eric... Eric...."

She whispered the man's name in a panic, but never got a response. I don't know how much time passed, but she finally couldn't hold on and fell asleep. In the dream, she returned to 1994, where it all began.

"Mira! ...... Mira! ”

In the haze, she heard someone calling her name, but her eyelids seemed to be filled with lead, and she couldn't open them.

"Mira!!!! Can you hear me?! ”

Seeing that Mira did not respond, the man puffed up his strength and shouted, "Yevdonia!!" ”

With a shout, a grenade landed in the open space outside their house, blowing up a cloud of snow. The shock woke her up from her fainting and found herself lying in the arms of a mercenary, who was looking at her anxiously.

Mira coughed a few times and tried to sit up from the mercenary's arms.

"Eric....", leaning into the mercenary's arms, asked weakly, "What about the others?" ”

Eric frowned and shook his head helplessly. Just as the two were talking, another grenade landed around them. The impact of the explosion shook the ground and half of the beams of the earthen house collapsed.

Eric raised his arm and used his upper body to block the falling gravel for her, comforting, "They didn't know we were here, they just bombed it indiscriminately, and support will come in a little while." ”

Mira looked at him and snorted, laughing and mocking, "Just for the few remnants who couldn't evacuate? I don't remember Loptr being treated like that. ”

Hearing this, Eric laughed too, and the woman in front of him was stronger than he thought.

Prior to this, Eric and his squad received orders from their superiors that they would be sent to the no-man's land of Siberia to attack an experimental base together with the detachment of the headquarters.

The laboratory is located in a mountain range and is heavily guarded, which is already easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the bad wind and snow weather caused Eric's team to lose eleven members at the beginning of the operation. Their mission was to cover the withdrawal of Morse's squad and divert enemy fire.

However, the intelligence prediction was somewhat skewed, resulting in the death of most of the original 17 members of the team, and the others were missing.

And the reason why the two of them survived was also exchanged for their lives by the team members. He may not be a good captain, but he has loyal comrades.

"I'm sorry, you're probably going to die here with me," Eric looked at her with a smile, his eyes full of reluctance and remorse, "I shouldn't have brought you here." ”

Mira put her hand on his face and replied with a smile, "Don't worry, I think there should be a two-person suite for the two of us in hell, and it would be nice to try some excitement." ”

Eric looked at Mira affectionately for dozens of seconds. To be honest, he was ready to be killed by a grenade, and wanted to remember her appearance before he died, but the delay in the bomb made him a little embarrassed.

"Am I hallucinating? Or are we already in hell? Eric frowned, his face full of question marks, "Why do I think the firepower outside seems to be so much smaller?" ”

'Kerala .....'

The intercom on Eric's chest suddenly made a noisy communication sound, followed by a male voice.

"This is Morse Squad, please reply when you receive it."

The moment they heard the voice, the two of them widened in disbelief, they didn't expect that there would really be a support team coming, just for the few remaining mercenaries.

Eric excitedly picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted, "This is the eighth squad!" I'm Captain Eric! Request support! ”

"Roger, Team 8, describe your approximate location."

"Uh...," Eric looked up, looking out the window, "I'm in the village at the southeast end of the base with one of my teammates, in a mud hut against the South Mountain. ”

"Can you still move?"

"Yes."

"Understood, find a place to hide first, and we'll meet in three minutes."

After saying that, the walkie-talkie turned off the communication, leaving Eric and the two in surprise.

"Three minutes?" Eric looked at the army that was sweeping outside, and wondered, "Are they crazy?" ”

December 24, 1994, Northern Siberia, 7:24 p.m

Three minutes before the start of the operation, at the end of the forest on the snowy mountain outside the base, a man in a black combat uniform was standing at the top of the mountain. With a telescope in hand, he was observing every move outside the base.

The so-called 'base' is ostensibly nothing more than an uninhabited village, and the actual location of the base is underground. The village is located between valleys, and there are only two roads to enter the base, east and west, with continuous mountain cliffs to the north and south.

The entrance to the east of the base is a long tunnel, which is almost always heavily guarded, and there is another entrance to the base, which is the church on the west side of the village.

The church is surrounded by concrete walls, with a wire door at the gate, guarded by some mercenaries, but much less than the east gate. Far to the east of the village, a unit of armored vehicles was heading towards the village.

"Captain." Behind the man, a man dressed in the same clothes as him walked up and said, "Ready." ”

The man put down the binoculars and showed his face completely, and this man was none other than Gu Yu when he was young.

At this moment, he looked like he was about twenty-six or seventeen, with short shaved hair, no wrinkles and beards on his face, clean and tidy, and two horizontal bars on one sideburn.

"Wait."

Seven or eight seconds later, the armored convoy to the east suddenly exploded just as it was about to enter the village. A loud bang rang through the entire valley, and the flames could reach a height of more than ten meters.

Gu Yu looked at the bright light and raised the corners of his mouth, he put on the mask and goggles, and said, "Let's go." ”

The lieutenant behind him fired a flare into the sky, and then the nine teams that were lying in ambush around the village began to move one by one.

Sniper detachments lying in the snow and hiding in the woods, armored vehicles with heavy artillery, and snowmobiles driving out of the woods.

Gu Yu led the Morse team, which had twenty-one members and was divided into four groups. They are uniformly dressed in black Kevlar combat suits, bulletproof masks, night vision devices and other equipment, and they are all the elite of Loptr.

After that explosion, most of the village's forces were concentrated on the east flank to meet the enemy, and Morse's team took the opportunity to drive out of the woods on snowmobiles towards the weakly armed church.

The captain's voice came from the communicator of the players,

"According to the plan, three or four groups are responsible for guarding the exit, and one or two groups will invade with me."

"Understood."

From a distance, Morse's convoy looked like a pack of hounds, running through the snow, kicking up a cloud of snow dust behind them. The guards on guard picked up their guns as soon as they found out, but all of them were killed by the team members just before the convoy came into range.

The two of them sit on a motorcycle, the former is responsible for driving, and the latter is responsible for shooting. Only Gu Yu drove a snowmobile alone, charging at the front of the convoy.

Seeing that he was about to arrive at the church, Gu Yu turned the grip of the snowmobile and increased the speed to the fastest. The mercenaries guarding the church wanted to shoot at him, but they had no choice but to follow the convoy behind Gu Yu, the fire was too fierce, and the probes were hit back several times.

Gu Yu grabbed the handlebar and leaned over to squat on the saddle. When there was still a distance of more than ten meters from the wire gate, Gu Yu's feet kicked hard and jumped backwards, and he quickly took out two submachine pistols behind his waist and fired at the fuel tank of the motorcycle.

The snowmobile slammed into the wire door, exploding at the moment of impact, knocking down all the mercenaries guarding the door.

After the shot, Gu Yufei leaned back in mid-air, did a backflip and landed perfectly, and his shoes rubbed two scratches on the snow. He took off his mask and goggles, stood up and looked at the blasted doors of the church, a wicked smile on his face.

"It's worked, guys."