A big temper does not mean that you are bold.

Dare to kill does not mean that you are not afraid of death.

Colonel Tony is a man of contradictions.

He has a fiery personality, but he is extremely afraid of death.

He didn't want outsiders to know that he was afraid of death.

The more afraid of death, the more I want to hide my inner weakness with a fierce appearance. So he would often "hunt" at every turn.

The prey can be outsiders, more often than not, their own people.

His expensive antique shotgun has almost become a tool for killing his own people.

There was a sharp knife on his neck, and the cold light of the blade made his legs weak, and he knelt on the spot. The body is crumbling.

A fleshy arm strangled his neck, with great force. He almost rolled his eyes, dragging him back quickly, back into the corner of the surveillance.

The man behind him let go of his neck, but kicked him hard in the stomach. The force was heavy, like a hammer, and this kick made his stomach convuls, and tears flowed from his eyes. Curled up on the ground with his stomach in his arms. The pain was unbearable, and he didn't dare to moan even bit.

Because he was afraid that if he made a noise, the other party would be impatient and couldn't help but kill him.

He was waiting for the other to speak. As long as the other party opens his mouth to interrogate, he may have a chance to live.

He was a colonel. Supreme Commander of the base. There are a lot of secrets.

If the other party wanted to know these secrets, they would not kill him.

As for whether the other party will kill him after revealing the secret, Tony didn't think about it, what he thinks about now is that he can live one more second.

This is a strange colonel of the Imperial Army, who only thinks about things for one second, but doesn't think about it for the next.

This is not surprising, there are thousands of people in the world, and it is normal for one or two to come out once in a while and cannot be handled by common sense.

Of course, the fat man couldn't have imagined that he was so lucky that he could catch a big fish that was not very normal!

Actually, he didn't want to be exposed, but this guy in a shirt and a shotgun was always dangling in front of his eyes. If he doesn't do it, the next moment a double-barreled gun will be pointed at him.

There is no way, but to strike first.

Kicked him to the ground. Then look closely.

A well-made white shirt with diamond buttons. In the Roland Empire, only the nobility could afford to use diamond buttons.

In his early thirties, slightly fat, with smooth skin and black hair, this is a long-term pampered guy. Navy blue pants with two gold-trimmed trousers, boots. Boots are shiny and should be wiped frequently.

Good texture, expensive white shirt, pampered, antique shotgun. This is a big guy at the base. The fat man makes a simple judgment.

"Name, position."

"To...... Tony, Colonel, Base Commander. ”

The fat man's eyes widened, a little incredulous. Thief God, I can't say how lucky I am. As soon as I was caught, I caught a colonel. Or the commander of the base!

The fat man didn't even think about it, and stepped forward to slap him unconscious. Then quickly calm yourself down.

Begin to analyze the pros and cons of this matter.

The disappearance of the base commander will not drag on for long, and there will definitely be a large number of troops coming out to look for it.

It is too dangerous to be outside by yourself, and it is not appropriate to continue to hide, so you should enter the base in advance.

Moreover, the soldiers inside went out on a large scale, and the interior was empty, making it more convenient for them to carry out their own operations.

When the communications are paralyzed, the command system is chaotic, and the base is on fire, they will be even more chaotic and will become headless flies scurrying around.

The chance of escaping by yourself will be invisibly increased by two percent.

This man's confession is useless to himself. Anyway, his purpose is only to destroy, not to occupy. If possible, the entire base will be blown up.

After thinking about it, he felt that the disappearance of the colonel would only be good for his next actions.

And the longer this one has been missing, the better it will be for him and the team that is rushing to the Don. Maybe the dozen or so individual armor will be brought back in advance.

The fat man made up his mind and crushed Colonel Tony's throat cartilage. It is happy to die in a coma because you don't feel pain.

He is now an allied soldier, and it is only natural for him to kill the enemy's soldiers.

Don't hesitate, don't be cowardly, don't tremble, don't breathe, move neatly and decisively, and don't move your eyes. The fat man has really changed a lot now. Then he caught the corpse under his ribs and hurried west against the wall.

He had seen the base structure map that the thin man had brought up, and remembered that there was a gate on the west side, which was slightly smaller and belonged to the side gate. Straight from there, you'll find rows of warehouses where mechanical parts are stored. It's remote, and patrols generally don't get close to it. It's a great place to hide.

Hiding the colonel's body inside the base, no one could have thought of it. Just let them make a fuss outside! Lao Tzu went inside in advance.

When one coincidence after another comes together, the coincidence is no longer a coincidence, but an inevitability.

The gate on the west side was not fully open, but it automatically rose about half a meter. Due to the power failure of the entire base, the electronic system is also intermittent and unknown, and it has basically fallen into a state of chaos. Some doors that require password control are starting to move freely. The technicians at the base are everywhere to remedy.

Taking advantage of this, the fat man successfully infiltrated the base without danger.

It's just that the back is bruised. Although there was a layer of cloth on the clothes, it also broke a large piece of skin, oozing blood, and it hurt hotly.

He was so fat that he was definitely over fifty centimeters thick. Half a meter high may be easy for others to get into, but the fat man has to squeeze in. Sure enough, the tricky work is not easy to do, and it makes sense through the ages.

Avoiding the patrol, he hid in the nearest warehouse with his marching bag in one hand and the Colonel's body in the other.

The warehouse was very compact, and there were shelves of twenty or thirty meters high steel angle iron welded everywhere. The various mechanical parts on it are neatly arranged, and each one is numbered underneath. With the light projected through the small window, the fat man looked around, and roughly judged that most of this place was the base of energy weapons. For example, automatic weapons such as harness heavy artillery.

No parts related to mechs or individual armor were found. Follow the corner to find a row of half-human-tall barrels with big bellies. Opened the lid of one of the round barrels, and inside was a blue-bodied high-definition oil. Without saying a word, the colonel's body was stuffed inside.

Walking around the warehouse, the fat man walked to the door, looked through the crack in the door, and saw no patrols passing by. Quietly pushed open the door, poked out half of his head and looked left and right, but still didn't see a figure. He quickly dodged out and entered another nearby warehouse.

There is a big discovery here, and there are many boxes of solid energy blocks. That's good stuff. Using these energy blocks, and then processing some simple resistors, you can create a high-explosive bomb. The fat man was pleasantly surprised. There is a lot of high-definition engine oil stored in the warehouse next door, and there are these solid energy blocks here. It is definitely possible to turn the base into a super powder keg.

The old pervert of the master personally taught that if the fat man is not a soldier, he can become an extremely good terrorist. There is no difficulty in making bombs for him, because he knows how it works. Step by step, it's as simple as doing arithmetic.

There are ready-made solid energy blocks, and the missing materials can be removed from the mechanical parts next to them. One is not enough, so many, there is always enough to get what is needed. And it doesn't need much, just one or two bombs to detonate the solid energy block here is enough.

In about ten minutes, the fat man will be working. At this moment, he heard the frantically long sound of the base alarm. The roar of the engines, the sound of running footsteps, the shouting, the shouting, the outside was a mess.

Calculating the time, the little trick set by the thin man in advance began to exert its power. He must act now, too.

But looking at the high-explosive bomb made in his hand, there is still a lack of key things, a timed detonation device. How do you get this thing?

Detonating at close range is fine, unless he also wants to turn into ashes.

Seeing the marching recorder on his wrist, there was no way, the fat man dismantled it. A delayed detonation device was made with the electronics inside, and the time was set at 20 minutes.

Within twenty minutes, if he couldn't run from the base to a kilometer away, he would also be blown up into the sky.

After setting everything up here, I went to the crack in the door and looked out, and saw many figures in the distance along the gap in the warehouse.

It's a bit farther away, so no one is paying attention to it for now.

Mess up, the more messy the better.

The fat man went back to the previous warehouse, opened the lids of those high-definition oil drums one by one, and knocked them all down. Oil spills everywhere. The smell of engine oil suddenly spreads. The oil doesn't smell strong and isn't as volatile as old-fashioned liquid-energy gasoline, so there's no need to worry about anyone finding out what's wrong here.

His goal now is individual armor, of course, it would be better if it was mech.

The fat man is now like a big rat in a restaurant, scurrying around.

……

The telecommunications system was paralyzed, the colonel was missing, these were big deals.

No matter how stupid people are, they know that something is wrong. But the colonel was not there. Who will command?

Moreover, the colonel's desire for authority is very strong, and if he knew that someone was taking command while he was away, he would definitely shoot the daring guy without saying a word.

So finding the colonel is the number one priority at the moment. Other cases, even if urgent, must be postponed.

The faces of several of the base's commanders were very ugly.

The power system that suddenly failed has not been restored, the electronic control system is in chaos, and now the communication system is under unknown attack. But no enemy was found.

A young lieutenant quietly walked up to a lieutenant colonel who was nearly forty years old and whispered, "Lieutenant colonel, there is something I want to talk to you about alone. This side please. The lieutenant bowed slightly, stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please.

The lieutenant colonel glanced at him and followed him out of the monitoring room.

The two came to a secluded and no-man's land. The lieutenant looked around left and right, approached the lieutenant colonel, and asked in a low voice, "Lieutenant Colonel, what do you think about Colonel Tony's disappearance?" ”

The lieutenant colonel glanced at him strangely and said, "Of course, we will do our best to find it, and the colonel is in danger of being a base, and there is no room for failure." ”

Seeing that the lieutenant was still unfinished, he impatiently asked: "What do you want to say, just say it." ”

"Yes, Lieutenant Colonel." The lieutenant looked directly at the lieutenant colonel's puzzled gaze, gritted his teeth, and said, "My subordinates think this is a good opportunity." ”