Two beasts dancing in a life-threatening dance on the narrow trestle, one-on-one, Mr. Hopkins' dagger hidden in his boots against the priest's Malay knife disguised as a cross, behind him the flames and the dark canopy of heaven in the background, the rumbling and crackling of towers and trees as they burn, and the faint cry in the distance, all accompanied by this short dance drama, their shadows stretched by the light swaying over Catherine's body, Sasha still unconscious, breathing rapidly, cheeks flushed, Catherine used her forehead and lips to check her temperature, but found nothing unusual...... It took a while for her to realize that it wasn't that everything was normal, but that her body temperature was no longer the standard for evaluation, and she was as cold as Sasha at first, and then as hot again.

A helicopter flew over Catherine's head, making a buzzing sound, and she couldn't help but feel dizzy and looked up to see that it was a large black helicopter. Maybe it's trying to land.

Catherine found herself sitting on a yellow circle and a white cross, and it seemed that it was not for nothing that the place had been able to survive the ravages of Vulcan, and that Arieu had probably only used a lot of steel and concrete on the helipad.

The helicopter circled over their heads for a while and flew away.

***

The members of the action team in the helicopter were excited.

Sometimes cunning prey will get rid of or kill the members of the BFIPU before they arrive, and sometimes it is the analysis team that makes a misjudgment and grabs an empty bag (referring to the innocent people who are mistaken for criminals), and more often it is the mistakes and mistakes in the identification and subsequent ambush and encirclement work by the BFIPU members, so that the ducks that have been roasted and sprinkled with spices and salt flapping their wings and flying away.

Good fortune like this is rare, and they don't even need to be identified, and they caught the target with their own eyes at once - two objects! ONE OF THEM IS MOST LIKELY "GHOUL", AND THE ONE WHO FIGHTS WITH HIM IS THE "BLACK SACRIFICE", AND THEIR INTELLIGENCE TEAM MEMBER CATHERINE SITS NEAR A LITTLE GIRL WITH A LITTLE GIRL IN HER ARMS, AND IT SEEMS THAT THE SITUATION IS NOT GOOD.

"Come closer, get closer!" One of the team members pressed their eyes against the telescope tube, then pressed the other end of the lens tube to the windowglass: "Lower, lower...... Aha, look, look, what is that, little blonde girl, I swear, she has purple eyes. He said happily, "Two dragons, one princess." We can do nothing and wait for one of them to bite the other. ”

"They seem to see us." The guy occupying the other window shouted, he seemed to see one of the targets glancing up, but he wasn't sure which one, or two? They move so fast that the human eye can't catch them accurately.

"See, there's more to it than we have a helicopter." "Anesthesiologist" shouted.

"There's not a single one like us who doesn't do anything." One guy retorted in a low voice, and two other helicopters with the Aliawu logo were circling around the burning tower, trying to rescue passengers and service personnel trapped on top of the tower, and someone was waving to them, but no one answered them. The pilot even deliberately turned off the air dialogue system, which made him a little uncomfortable.

"Who said we had nothing to do," said the anesthesiologist with great interest, "we can fly over their heads, cast our nets, let me shoot a few shots, and ...... We can call it a day and go home. ”

"Do you think the nets will fall?" Bud stared at the hammock that was swept up by the hot wind, "Unless you are added." Although he also thought that it would be nice if there were riot grenades used in the country's elite troops, which can produce a poisonous gas that temporarily confuses people and paralyzes their muscles, if he could drop a few of them...... That's a real pleasure. It's a pity that this kind of thing is too tightly controlled, even if the "agency" can be considered semi-official, but it is still impossible to get it, or if it has been obtained, it has not been notified of such a ...... Well, not very reliable guys.

The helicopter pilot glanced at them. A bunch of guys with no common sense, he thought, maybe it's because helicopters have watched too many action movies, and the helicopter looks really cool with a huge roar in and out of the flames and smoke, but in fact no one does that, and the turbulent air currents over the fire can make the helicopter extremely difficult to control (as it is now), and the driver with average technology can't handle it at all; And if you hover over the fire for too long, the engine will inhale smoke and dust, causing damage or even crashing.

The driver looked at the person in charge of the operation, his face was gloomy, his mouth was closed, and he seemed to have no interest in the discussion.

The composition of the "organization" is not close, especially the action group, the team members may be unemployed, or they may be employed, there is no fixed cooperation designated by the organization, purely depends on personal happiness and the distance at the time of the incident, after all, many times, those slippery guys will not obediently wait in place for people to catch; The so-called leader of the action group is only looking at who is more experienced, he doesn't have much prestige among them, and he never expects to be able to control these unruly bastards - especially when the situation is quite favorable and the temptation is extraordinarily great.

A LIVING "BLACK PRIEST" HAS 50 MILLION DOLLARS, AND THAT "GHOUL", HIS BOUNTY WAS ONLY A FEW MILLION AT FIRST, BUT DUE TO THE APPEARANCE OF SOME SO-CALLED "CRIMINAL COLLECTORS", THE BOUNTY HANGING ON HIS NAME CAN ALREADY BE EXCHANGED FOR PLATINUM TWICE HIS WEIGHT.

After this vote, all six people here can go home to retire, no wind and rain, no fear, no injury or death, thinking of this, it is difficult for the boss to say that the operation will be canceled - he also needs money. His daughter was studying at an expensive but worthwhile art college, his wife's liver and kidneys needed to be replaced, and his father and mother needed a small sunny house with a patio and garage.

"Alright." Finally, he said, "Whatever you want to do, let's do it." ”

***

Dr. Hopkins and Father Hopkins did notice the helicopter.

The priest was a little quicker, and Dr. Hopkins was a little slower, for the latter considered whether the helicopter could have anything to do with Catherine, and when he observed that the helicopter had never reacted to the people trapped in the flames, he was relieved that even if the helicopter was indeed "institutional", it would not risk taking Catherine and Sasha first, the two of them were worthless.

The two beasts tacitly (though it would make both of them disgusting, but it is) retreat from under each other's weapons, distancing themselves from each other. The helicopter rumbled over their heads, as if only occasionally, and it sloped slightly at the junction of the rainforest and the Amazon River, making a semicircular arc and disappearing behind the pitch-black flora and burning towers.

Both priests and doctors can smell their pursuers: they are on helicopters, which begin to hover at low altitude, reduce altitude, and one by one they jump down and fall onto branches or trestles...... They're all well-equipped, energetic, and confident, and they'll spot each other and their targets, then they'll scatter, stretch, and surround them like a pocket.

Their goal today seemed to be inescapable, the trestle was burning, and the section connecting the tower to the helipad was bright red, crumbling, and could collapse at any moment, not to mention an adult male, not even a rat could walk over it.

Catherine buried her face in Sasha's shoulder socket and watched them through the child's wet and cold hair.

The priest made a cross, stooped down to retrieve the Bible from the trestle, and then, as before, strode into the air, with a large and steady stride, no different from walking on an asphalt trestle.

Dr. Hopkins glanced at Sasha and turned and jumped off the trestle, Catherine pricked up her ears, but she heard no water or anything else, and he melted into the darkness like a wisp of smoke.

Catherine waited for a while, so to speak, with almost all her strength in listening to the air - when the first scream came, she knew it was time.

The previous events had almost exhausted her strength, but she couldn't be considered at the end of the road.

Catherine carefully lifted Sasha up, lowered her from her shoulders, and laid her across her crossed knees.

She fumbled with her free hands for her belt, which was a beautiful women's ornamental belt, the metal buckle was thick, and there were buttons at the top and bottom that seemed to be just decorative buttons, for if you pressed only one of them, or when you pressed the two symmetrical ones at the top and bottom together, it stood still as if it had been cast, and it was only when you pressed the first two and the last one at the same time with both hands that the little mechanism inside it was revealed: Catherine closed her eyes, She felt a tiny needle like a hair sticking out from the inside of the belt buckle and piercing directly into the skin of her shirt, and the potion hidden inside quickly flowed into her body under the action of internal and external pressure.

This is a stimulant that Maria has prepared exclusively for Catherine.

Use it for the last stand.

(To be continued)

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