"It's very strange, how did it happen without this method?" Someone asked.

"Well, after the battle here, something has come here, and you know what happened."

After walking around, I didn't find any other suspicious clues.

When they returned, they grabbed the sapper shovel and several people tried to bury the pit back.

And just like that, it got dark.

Everyone is going to spend time on an abandoned farm, not a night.

It is unknown how many days you will spend in this uninhabited place until the mission is completed.

But then again, so far, nothing has happened.

It's all the calm before the storm, living an ordinary day in an ordinary life.

But the next moment is never smooth sailing, just like you don't know when the next moment the car will hit you.

After solving the problem of dinner, it is time to sleep.

Even if the masters of the death squad camp are not afraid of death, at the moment when human physiology reaches the limit, they still feel that this is a big headache.

When this moment comes, perhaps no matter how big the crisis is, it may not be perceived.

But in order to avoid the ghost's sudden attack like a ghost, after discussion, a small number of brothers from the death squad and a few hunters formed a team to stand guard in turn.

Avoid walking alone at night, even if something unexpected happens.

You can also call for help in time, and sound the alarm for your companions in time.

The researchers all went to bed first, and Yannis was busy sorting out the program.

It is estimated that he will have to stay up for a while, so he is very active to become a member of the shift duty in the first half of the night.

With three old oil bottles, and a new hunter.

Due to John's injury, it was unlikely that he would attend this mission, and a younger hunter with more combat experience was added from among the other hunters.

However, chatting with this young hunter named Yasuo, he can literally talk to death.

Although Yannis is also invincible in speech, he is always talking like this, and he is embarrassed in an instant.

The three old blacks of the death squad camp on the other side, even if they stood guard and watched, they did not leave the wine bottle in their hands.

The high-purity whiskey whirls into the mouth like boiled water, and there is no drunkenness at all.

Yannis was the most troublesome to these people, and the most afraid of every time they lit the cigar in hand and smoked.

By the way, the heavy alcohol on his body was also ignited, and the whole abandoned farm was not wafting the smell of meat.

Didn't you tell the general that there are more than 30 American dishes that have been washed and cooked with alcohol and roasted by themselves?

The smell of smoke and wine is stimulating.

There was no sleepiness throughout the first half of the night, and Yannis's busy writing the program was gone, and more of the laughter of those arguments affected his performance.

The first half of the night was uneventful, but it was also strange because by the time the first two search teams entered, there was no news for the day.

Yannis was always signaled to the best, and the military channel on the computer screen was always on to report the situation when necessary.

Come to think of it, the members of the search team at that time didn't expect the opponent to be so weird, and it was likely that they would cut their throats without realizing that they were dying so quickly.

But this is not a rehearsed opera, and there is no chance to do it all over again.

At that time, all emergency backup options must be discussed in a timely manner.

Only when a crisis arises, even if he dies first, he must desperately send the information.

Time passed, and the people who waited, the people who drank, and the people who spoke became a little sleepy.

But there was still no movement.

Infrared, life monitors, and thermal images are all silent.

Sometimes I even wonder if there was an accident with the equipment, and when I checked it carefully, I didn't miss anything wrong.

The equipment is running normally, and the equipment is brand new, from parts to assembly.

Each line was overhauled and put together, and obviously there could not have been any quality problems.

It is possible that on this day the generals did not appear again.

It was a long time later, and it was close to the middle of the night.

At this time, the other two blacks in the death squad were already sleepy and napping.

It's all too peaceful, where could be a zone of death and unrest.

The search team didn't come here because they didn't want to go back to work, and they made up a terrible and ridiculous reason, so they didn't plan to go back.

is going to live a fairy life here with no one to supervise and live happily.

Just as everyone was about to fall asleep, suddenly a sound of footsteps began to sound.

On a deserted, quiet night, this approximation of trying to hide suddenly appeared on the dirt road, but it turned out to be exposed, similar footsteps.

The sound sounded very solid and eerie at night, and at the moment, everyone was startled.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and soon, they were about to come to their side.

It's so close, it's less than a bend away.

"You're all asleep." A solemn command sounded.

Several of them were dark-skinned and wore black military uniforms with protective compartments underneath.

Maybe this seems a bit redundant, as they know that any bug that comes out can easily tear open the protective compartment.

Although the protective interlayer looks hard, there is actually a substance that is also hard.

The foam is also big enough and looks hard too.

In fact, from the moment I pinched it in the palm of my hand, I felt that all this was not as firm as I imagined.

No matter how strong the protection level is, it is impossible to leave the shield unscathed, after all, no shield is immune to all damage.

It's not a game, it's not data that can resist, these humans can resist the depth of the impact level with their flesh and blood.

When everyone heard the thick voice, the next moment they came to their senses.

"You want to die or what's going on?" The voice came again.

"We were tired, not on purpose." The blacks hurriedly apologized.

"Alright, go to sleep, let's take it."

He was accompanied by two other hunters, and the emotions on their faces were not particularly good-looking.

Seeing this, Yannis's face turned green.

He survived, but he was completely helpless in such a situation.

The temper and voice of the three of them overpowered him, who would have thought that he could sleep like this while standing on duty.

Programming wasn't yet in the heat of writing, and apparently, he wasn't in the mood to think about his program anymore after being glared at by Russell.

Even if he wrote a program that could have been more useful in the future, he is making a bigger mistake right now.

His throat knotted and he was silent and silent.