The "boom" thunder roared again, illuminating the dimly lit room and echoing through the room for a while.

A man with almost bald hair was smoking with his back to the rain, and beside him, a writhing and spasmodic figure was lying on the bed on one side.

"Bang Bang Bang" At this time, there was a knock on the door in the rainy night, who could it be, the person who came over at this time.

A very slight doubt flashed in Zakhaev's eyes, which were always "staring", but he still indifferently pressed the button next to him, and with the sound of the door rising, the cold figure outside the house also appeared in front of him.

It's someone I've never seen before.

"This is not where you should be."

Zakhaev stared coldly at the man outside the door, although the house he was in was a very ordinary suburban dwelling, but it was rarely approached by neighbors; And even though Zakhaev usually likes to fiddle with some flowers and plants, he is really an eccentric old man and does not allow anyone to approach.

"No, uncle." Zhen Wuyu's voice was also cold like a poisonous snake, she looked at Zakaev and picked up the pistol on her waist, "It's me." ”

Zakaev's pupils shrank slightly, not because he thought Zhen Wuyu's pistol would be a threat to him, but because he saw what it was.

Ike's Desert Eagle pistol, his son's Desert Eagle pistol.

Although he is only Ike's adoptive father, Zakaev really regards Ike as his closest person, and after receiving news of Ike's death after receiving news from the East Point Military Academy. Even he shed some tears when he was always indifferent.

But for some reason, Zakhaev did not attend Ike's condolence meeting.

"So you're Ike's woman." Zakaev glanced at Zhen Wuyu, and Zhen Wuyu's appearance just now was really different from before. So he didn't recognize it for a while, and said in a low tone, "Come in." ”

"Yes, uncle." Zhen Wuyu walked into the house, her face and body were still full of water marks, she stretched out her left hand and handed the Desert Eagle pistol back to Zakayev.

"He's dead. It's not worth it. Zakhaev took the Sand Eagle pistol, and he "stared" at it carefully, and then. There was silence.

Zhen Wuyu stood dumbfounded, looking at everything in the room, she could even see Ike's shadow and smell Ike's scent in this room. For example, the pattern of a pistol on the wall made of a series of empty bullet shells, or an RPG-7 ammunition on the ceiling. It was used as an ornament.

Zakaev was also a little stunned. He "stared" at his eyes, took a deep puff of the cigar from Henan Xing, and then exhaled a silent circle of eyes.

They were all grieving for Ike's death at this time, and the pistol that Zhen Wuyu sent to Ike, which just inspired Zakayev's greatest grief and indignation at this moment.

Zakaev is also a person with many stories, and Ike, the adopted son, has become his last spiritual sustenance after he fell silent.

And now. This spiritual sustenance is gone.

"Ahh Yes! Ahh......h Breaking the silence, "Damn it! These damn numbers! Ahhhh......h

Nearly five or six meters away from the two of them, on a bed, a figure was constantly roaring, and his cry sounded like a sickle monster.

It was Mason, whose symptoms had flare-up again, and in the silence and noisy rainy night, such an attack was as painful as a joint patient after autumn.

Outside the window, there was a loud sound of electricity and thunder, and Mason was brainwashed into a seizure, and he was rolling over and over in bed with his head in his hands, looking pained.

"Ah, damn numbers! 24，7，16，3，5，68…… Ahh......h Damn it! ”

Among the countless numbers caused by brainwashing, Mason involuntarily hallucinated, coupled with the recent news of Ike's death, so his brain couldn't help but mess up, and automatically formed the illusion that Ike was killed by him. And this scene is indeed terrifying enough for the thunderstorm weather of this matter.

Seeing Mason like this, Zakhaev couldn't help but walk up to him, and with a vigorous swing of a hand knife, he knocked Mason unconscious. In fact, he had repeated this action countless times just now, but Mason was always able to wake up from the syncope, and it seemed that the brainwashing was too serious, and the impact and damage to him were very deep.

And after making Mason unconscious again, Zakaev suddenly turned his head and glared at Zhen Wuyu with a pair of fierce eyes, and after the silence, he finally spoke.

"Having lost a loved one, you have something else. Now, fight for the sake of this country. ”

The first sentence, like an initiation, made Zhen Wuyu slightly lose her desire to die, she looked at Ike's adoptive father with respectful eyes, and listened to him continue, "The United States, the European Union, the Rising Sun...... Although Zoomlion is the dominant family, she still has many enemies, so ......"

"I will dedicate the rest of my life to the motherland." Zhen Wuyu saluted for no reason, this was an involuntary behavior, and even she didn't know why.

"So, are you ready, ready to face death?" Zakaev stared at Zhen Wuyu's eyes, and a cold light flashed in his cloudy eyes, "The death trial for you is about to begin." ”

"I'm ready." Zhen Wuyu nodded lightly, and determination and seriousness flashed in his eyes, "Then what kind of trial is it." ”

"It's all what Ike has been through." Zakhaev lowered his head and fiddled with the desert eagle in his hand, looking very careless, "It's just that he has long been unfamiliar with them, but these are lethal death trials, they have the damp crypt where the insect swarm is located, the cruel occasions of alien civilizations, and the space base with extremely harsh environments. ”

"Now, please decide if you want to go through the Death Trial." Zakayev's face became solemn, and he looked like a judge and immortal who was about to be sentenced, "Zhen Wuyu." ”

"Yes." Zhen Wuyu's eyes also became more determined.

"Well, your first trial site is set on an alien planet 164,000 light-years away, the transformation trial ground of a certain Predator. Get ready tonight, and tomorrow we'll set off. (To be continued......)