Mistletoe, a special armament of Müren Tolstoy, a longbow type, with a total length of 2.08 meters, a chord distance of 1.80 meters, and a weight of 6 kilograms. The mistletoe is made of lightweight elastic alloy steel, equipped with an aiming correction chip and an engine automatic ignition chip, which can be connected to a general-purpose automatic observer, with an effective range of 1840 meters and an optimal range of 40 to 520 meters. The combat configuration of mistletoe has a total of 2 capsules and 30 arrows, 8 types of special arrows, electric shock, hissing wind, phosphorus fire, explosion, signal, sound wave, heavy attack, duel, two types of ordinary arrows, rope, puncture, piercing arrow, also known as steel arrow. Thrust is provided by a miniature EFI engine mounted at the tail of the arrow, which can reach a peak speed of Mach 0.9 at 80 meters and a standard flight distance of 3,000 meters. Millen Tolstoy was redressed the year after the end of the War of the Dead, and the "mistletoe" was decommissioned and reclaimed for exhibition at the Maori War Memorial, where it remains to this day.

- "The History of Weapons? The Second War IC297, Lin Kexing

In the sky above Mingsha Mountain, a red ball of light flickered, making the hearts of Ke Lan and the others after the fall tight.

"Damn! Reckless stupid woman! Souler didn't even say hello and plunged headlong into the dense forest.

"I look at him!" Lu Chengyuan shouted, and then chased after him in a dragon-like manner.

"Curran, Mo'er, she ......" Anna was a little worried, this was only Mo'er's second time participating in actual combat, and it was the first time she fought under the guidance of a script that was out of the script. Even the old men felt uncomfortable with a blind battle like this, let alone the swaggering sister.

Curran was equally worried, and he pulled out the walkie-talkie with a frown, intending to check the situation.

"Mo'er, what's wrong with you?"

No response, quarantined? Curran looked at the prompt on the walkie-talkie that one person was offline, and his brow furrowed even tighter, because Mo'er's avatar was dark, which was a sign of insufficient signal.

After taking a few deep breaths, Curran forced himself to calm down: "Zack, Mo'er is out of touch, we're going to speed up." ”

"We'll follow, be careful."

"Be careful, too." After Curran finished speaking, he put down the walkie-talkie and put it away, Su Le and they were not far away, and they had to meet immediately, "Sister Anna, let's go into the forest too." ”

The two of them rushed into the woods together, and neither noticed that a haze of dust had quietly risen and enveloped the entire forest, and it was getting denser and denser.

And at this time, the back team ......

"Curran, why didn't you tell me how the road was broken? There was a big crack in front of me, ten meters wide and three meters high. Zach stood in front of a rampant rift and yelled at the walkie-talkie, but all that could be answered was a murmur.

"Signal interference? Hey, it's hazy? How long did it take for the magnetic mask to rot and then it smoze? Look at our unfortunate ones. Zach scratched his head and pouted, turned back to Hawke, who was stupidly playing there, and said, "No matter, don't you just turn it over." It's strange to be rich, what is this? Moats? You can't take a suspension bridge from this location. ”

When the two brothers were together, it was Zack's business to arrange the action. In fact, there is nothing to arrange, the two will jump down the side of the rift one after another, Zack in front and Hawk in the back. Hawk was on guard when Zack landed, and then he saw a hole in his brother's foot, which kept expanding between his legs. Hawke's eyes shrank, and he desperately reminded: "Hole...... Elder brother! ”

"Move? It is very smooth and moves anything. Zach stomped on the ground

"Hole!" Hawk hugged his fat hands together and made a falling motion.

"You say there's a hole down there? Hey, when is there a hole? Damn, there's a hole! "Someone who realized it after a few strokes like a swim failed to overcome gravity and fell down with a poof. The corners of Hawke's mouth twitched, and he shook his head and jumped in. The cracks at the foot of the mountain then closed, and there was not a trace to be seen.

……

Mo'er felt that she had sat enough on the slide she owed for a lifetime. The ramp is smooth, and it is not difficult to go down, and it is not impossible to stop, but it is almost impossible to go up. What's even more annoying is that the slide is made like a pipe, Miss Tolstoy is naturally long in her hands and feet, but the hole is just a little bigger, and you can reach it on your toes, but you can't step on the soles of your feet. After trying a few times without giving up, Mo'er had no choice but to let it go after scrapping the four steel arrows.

She couldn't understand how the people who lived here could be so bored and dig through half of Mingsha Mountain. As far as she knows, there is no one who can temporarily erect a passage, is it really used to play with slides? Otherwise, it took time and effort to design such a trap that almost no one would step on, and still make the details so in place......

Bear hunting? Could it be that bears are so stupid that they like to jump around the pile of dead leaves? Wrong! Doesn't that mean I'm dumber than a bear? Bah, the bear must be so stupid...... Well, it looks like my brain is at best on the same level as a bear......

Mo'er was so angry with her stinky little face, she couldn't extricate herself from the strange circle of self-denial. Fortunately, the slope finally came to an end, and Mo'er kicked the ground and jumped out of the slope at the moment she rushed out.

Vast space, free! Free Air ...... Mo'er intoxicated took a puff, it stinks!

Before she could be moved, a strong stench came to her nose, making the girl who loved the cleanliness black and almost lost her balance. She scrambled to adjust her body to the ground, a big squat instead of the standard forward roll cushion, her knees hurt, and she slowed down for a while before standing up.

Looking up, there are all kinds of garbage piled up together, they form a rolling mountain bag, there are at least four or five, each of which is more than 30 meters high, of which the top of the mountain in the middle is the highest, a full 50 meters, which is already half the height of Mingsha Mountain, but it can only touch the top of this space, that is to say, this hole must have gone deep into the ground, not all in the mountain. Mo'er squinted, and suddenly saw that the eggshell-shaped dome had many holes, scattered on the ground, exactly like the "bear trapping hole" she fell out of.

Well, this hole is not for bear hunting, it is for taking out garbage......

Find the way first, this one is turned over, no one will say anything, and the diary will not be kept...... The girl muttered, resisting her nausea and began to climb the mountain of garbage. The garbage is loose and dry, and it will collapse if you kick it hard, making it difficult for people to borrow strength, and Mo'er can only use her hands and feet like ordinary people, and all kinds of dirty things want people to chop their hands and feet. In a few moments, she had climbed to the nearest spire.

The sense of smell has adapted to the smell here, it still stinks, but it no longer flushes her nose, and Mo'er's brain has also regained some of her ability to think.

Strange, the pipes that are thrown away from the garbage are not marked, why are they still sealed, and they are sealed in two layers? Even if it's purposefully sealed, what the hell will it collapse when you step on it? In addition, although the air here is smelly, the oxygen content is similar to that of standard air, and it may even be higher, and there are fewer toxic gases.

"Who!" Just as she was thinking, Mo'er saw a black shadow flash from the corner of her eye, and her figure ...... Like people! The little girl took off her bow, and a steel arrow hung on the string at the same time, the tip of which pointed diagonally to the ground.

Passages, air, figures...... Mo'er took a deep breath regardless of the stench in the air, and her brain needed to be fully awake. Any weird place that doesn't go well has a universal explanation to use, and it's the home of the able!

It's too small...... Mo'er felt bitter in her heart.

"Who! Come out! I see you! He shouted in the direction of the figure, thinking about the equipment in his hand, two quivers, 30 arrows, including 15 steel arrows, using 7 to recover 1, and 9 remaining; There are 15 special arrows, two signal arrows are used, and 13 are enough, the key is that the bow must not have problems.

Mo'er was thinking about it, when suddenly the soles of her feet slipped, and a thin figure came out of her feet and waved her hand towards the bow, her fingertips nearly twenty centimeters long flashing with a metallic luster.

Iron Claw? Close-quarters?

Mo'er subconsciously turned around to protect the longbow, but the sleeve of her left arm was torn, and she immediately jumped back and shot a backhand arrow in front of the person, which was a choice to estimate the amount of advance, and the body naturally made corrections. However, the figure did not approach the pursuit as expected, and he made a horizontal leap back to the garbage heap as if he were swimming.

"Don't run!" Mo'er drew a wind-tearing arrow and took a bow to the full moon, chasing after the opponent and shooting it out where he disappeared. After the engine starts, the air flows in from the tip of the arrow and squeezes out to both sides, forming two air blades nearly three meters long.

The distance is too close, and the effect of the special arrow is at least half weaker, but no matter how strong the attack power is, it is meaningless, because the target is long gone, Mo'er took out two steel arrows and put them on the string, and returned to the state of readiness again.

The ground is soft, the field of vision is limited, and the opponent is a high-speed fast attack type, and he is not obsessed with grappling...... It's good, all kinds of disadvantages, doomed not to be able to play happily. Dead here? Phew, don't even think about it! Why don't you run away? I don't know where the exit is. Talk about it? This is feasible, but I don't even know who the other party is, I knew that I would care more about the information of those guys at the origin, and Brother Curran must have known it. But you can say some boring things to trick him out, and then ...... after he comes out Obviously, it's more convenient to shoot into a sieve, and it's more troublesome to negotiate. That's it, clichés, tricks out, shot into a sieve, in one go, perfect plan.

Mo'er took another breath and found that she was actually a little dizzy, not like poisoning, could it be tired? Just kidding, it's only been a round! It must be stinky, no matter what, cheat it out first, and solve it quickly!

"Hey, who's that! Do you want to hide all the time? I don't even know who you are! ”

"The little girl is not well-behaved, she wants to trick her grandfather out!" The sound flickered and flickered, and it seemed that the target was always moving, not staying in one place at all.

"Hahaha, how could it be." Mo'er chuckled dryly, "I really want to know your name." ”

"A competitive little girl, she doesn't want to run away, but she wants to defeat the enemy." The voice suddenly approached, right at Mo'er's feet, Mo'er was startled, and two steel arrows pierced into her feet one after another, but she still didn't hit anything.

"Do you even say it! Are you a rat with a hidden head and tail? Mo'er was ruthless, pulled out a phosphorus rocket and bit it, and an explosive arrow was about to be drawn, when suddenly without warning, her eyes went black, and she almost couldn't stand under her feet.

"Yo, I can't stand still. Are you sick? Do you want grandpa to take a look? "It seems to be coming from the direction of the center.

"You're sick!" Miss Mo'er had a temper outburst, raised her hand and exploded the arrow towards the largest garbage mountain in the middle, her mouth loosened, and another arrow fell into the palm of her hand and chased away, a series of arrows!

For the purpose of ignition, the phosphorus rocket is designed to be lighter than the explosive arrow, and the engine thrust is stronger, although the bow is not full, but it still hits the mountainside first, the brittle arrow shatters, and the highly compressed white phosphorus vaporizes, igniting large pieces of garbage.

"Boom!" The explosive arrows crashed into the fire, and the huge power of the high explosives set off high temperatures and air waves, and huge holes were blown out of the belly of the mountain, and the power of the two arrows actually collapsed the entire garbage mountain, and the top of the mountain collapsed with a bang, unexpectedly revealing an elevator that went straight to the top.

Mo'er was also swept over by the air wave, and her petite body rolled and slid to the bottom of the garbage dump, falling to the ground on her back. Before she could get up, there was a "poof", and the iron claws came out of the ground and pierced her flat lower abdomen.

"It's so powerful, the exit that was specially hidden was actually discovered by you, but fortunately I wasn't there." The ubiquitous nasty sound sounded almost close to her ears, but Mo'er couldn't fight back, and the five iron claws didn't stop with the piercing, they continued to push upward, tearing Mo'er into a bow, and the wound was torn bigger and bigger, until the attacker completely burrowed out of the ground, raised his arms and legs, and kicked her out.

Mo'er almost fainted in pain, but the fighting consciousness she had trained for many years made her forcibly twist her waist, and her eyes widened in the face of the advancing opponent: "Visual misalignment!" ”

The two crashes were almost stacked on top of each other, Mo'er smashing into the middle of the pile of garbage, the attacker running eerily off, the iron claws grazing her scalp and waving it, the inevitable blow empty.

Can't lie down! Mo'er spat out a mouthful of blood, cheered up and rolled away, and stood up with a bow at a distance. The wound in the abdomen was severe, with four large openings, and perhaps some of the intestines had been severed. This wound can be called fatal, but it will not die all at once, because the return is with Curran, and it is far from the point of giving up.

But the wounds were gray in color, with dark purple blood coming out, and the abrasions on the right arm were similar. This is not normal, Mo'er finds that the air she exhales is very hot, accompanied by tinnitus and rapid heartbeat problems, like ...... Hyperpyrexia.

The attacker finally got out of the garbage heap, a thin old man wearing goggles, wearing a dirty white coat, silver hair and a canopy, quite stubborn. He shook the iron claws of his hands to play all kinds of tricks, and his face was full of excitement: "It's painful, isn't it?" You know, you're infected by the virus, and now you're having a high fever, weakness, and you're going to have internal bleeding in half an hour, and then you're ulcering, and your whole body is going to rot. As long as you don't lose your head, no matter what kind of fatal injury you suffer, the virus will hang on to your life, and it will take you three days of pain to breathe. But I'm merciful, you can beg me, beg me, and I'll have mercy and take off your head, okay? ”

"Who the hell are you?" Mo'er had already roughly guessed the identity of the other party, and Curran had mentioned him more than once, the respected mentor and the poor old man who had gone completely insane because of some encounters.

However, the attacker did not know, he was just a little dissatisfied, dissatisfied that the opponent was still unwilling to beg for mercy.

"You should be serious at the war readiness meeting. I'm Gutiridren, the greatest microbial and infectious disease expert of our time, to whom Greenwich originated, codename, rat, and whose ability is to manipulate viruses. ”

Really...... It's him.