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He had been slowly sneaking through the ventilation duct for ten minutes, during which time a number of hastily looking researchers and soldiers passed under his feet.

However, to his surprise, the base where he was being held was not very high, both in terms of security level and guard strength.

Three hours later, Fan, who had been moving slowly in the ventilation ducts, finally felt the fresh air, and took advantage of the high temperature of the vulture to successfully fuse the steel mesh that was welded in front of him, and he finally managed to leave the base.

Fan, who gently jumped out of the vent, finally knew where he was now.

This is the same temporary base set up by the rebels where he had been hiding.

This discovery was a little surprising to him, but he was relieved afterwards, which also explained why the security level of this base was so low, and if the security facilities of this base were one level higher, the chances of him being able to escape as safe as he are now are almost zero.

Van moved cautiously in the shadows formed by the night, and slowly he approached the gate of the base again.

The gate of this base has not been completely repaired after the last large-scale destruction of the Van Dynasty, and the facilities that control the opening and closing of the gate have not been repaired, so there are many guards at the gate to increase the security in this way.

But for Fan, as long as the number of guards does not reach the critical point of quantitative change to qualitative change, these guards are not much of a threat.

Prudent humans can make mistakes, even if they are transformed, after all, humans are never comparable to machines in some conveniences.

As a result, a fragmentation grenade that did not even pull the ring was opened, and almost all the guards at the gate panicked.

In this brief confusion, Brahma's omniscient vision provided him with enough information to sift through a safe escape route from everyone's perspective.

By the time the panicked guards finally discovered the actual condition of the grenade, Van had already quietly left the base.

Fan, who was walking in the gloomy woods, slowly turned around, and he took one last look at this small base, what happened in just three hours, of course, it was not just a pure escape for him, what he saw and heard in this base, how far-reaching the impact it had on him, he was completely unpredictable now.

Two days later, the A-25 Angel of Death Center Base.

Van sat naked on the hospital bed, and in front of him was Dr. Raf, who was unusually busy and anxious.

Raff's mouth kept cursing, and he cursed almost everyone who could have anything to do with Van from this experience, except for the generals, of course.

"Brahma, there are some things you have to learn to refuse, you have to know that you are different from them! You are my future, and the future of the organization, don't always put yourself in danger, those ordinary reformers die when they die, if you have any accidents, it is almost the biggest tragedy in the history of reformer research! Dr. Raff lifted his thick eyes and waved his hands and feet in an attempt to vent his anger.

Then he deliberately lowered his voice, "How could Major General Fagan let you come to the front line?" Doesn't he know how important your presence is to him? How could he let you come on such a dangerous mission! Raff's expression was unconcealed in his indignation.

"I knew it, I knew it!" Raff shook his arm, "They haven't realized how important your presence is, and it's because we're not strong enough!" Without a living, powerful example that shocked everyone, my theory would never have been taken seriously! The arrogant research layer has long since begun to rot, and most people are beginning to be content with the status quo, thinking that they are comfortable sitting back, but sooner or later these people will pay for their stupidity. Humanity is developing, will the Zerg stop moving? Those narrow-minded guys also need a complete defeat to remind them of those forgotten things! ”

Van quietly listened to Raff's complaints, although many of Raff's words had violated taboos, but he didn't want to interrupt at all, Raff's concern for him in his words, regardless of whether the starting point was really just for him, but at least what he brought to Van was care, and that was enough.

"I've checked the number of your ability cells, their growth rate is indeed a bit beyond my expectations, it seems that your gene chain is indeed better than all the existing modified people, although this is related to a little residue of GEF-7, but anyway, their growth rate is indeed a bit shocking to me, according to my estimates, it will take you about 1 month to reach the threshold of the four-winged angel of death." Raff pushed the frame.

"Also, I've already applied to Major General Fagan, you no longer need to get involved in the next battle, and the most important thing you need now is to recuperate from your injuries. Also, I'm also asking for your team members to come back, so I'll let them take care of your safety during this time. ”

After hearing this, Van nodded and did not say anything.

"Oh, by the way, I'll send you your new combat uniform tomorrow, the original one can't be repaired, and this combat uniform is also a gift from me." Raff looked up.

Van was silent for a moment, then said, "Thank you." ”

Raff glanced at Fan in some surprise, and then pulled the corners of his mouth, "If you really want to thank me, then promise me to live well, and live better and become stronger, this is the greatest thank you to me." ”

"I will." Fan nodded lightly, his movements were light, but his eyes were firm.

"Rest today, and I'll come back tomorrow to check on your body." Raff pushed the frame, then patted Van on the shoulder, and finally walked out of the room.

A moment later, the three of Art, who had been waiting outside, walked into the room.

"Boss, you have a lot of face, Dr. Raff is here for you." Art winked with a grin.

Fan shrugged helplessly, pulling the wound on his left arm, so he inevitably took a slight breath.

"Hmph, it's just going to be strong." Mu glanced faintly at Fan's injured left arm.

"I said Mu, can't you stop for a while? Isn't it for us that the leader is like this? Art was a little angry for a moment.

"I didn't ask him to break us off, it was all of his own free will, and I don't understand why Dr. Raff called us back, we were already in control!"

"Come on, you're still in it for those points!" Art said it without any emotion.

Mu was a little speechless for a while, "What if I'm just for points?" Aren't we, as reformers, living for this?! ”

"That's your way of living, not mine." Art gave Mu a disdainful look.

"Enough!" Van interrupted the argument between the two at the right time.

"From tomorrow onwards, you will continue to return to the company, I don't need your protection here, I will tell Dr. Raff about this."

"Boss, but ......" Art still wanted to express something.

"I said, I don't need your protection!" Van accentuated his tone again.

Looking at Fan, who was obviously already a little angry, Art had to sigh, glanced at Mu beside him, and left the room with a snort.

Then Mu also left the room without saying a word.

"Your temper is getting worse and worse." The last remaining mandala smiled softly.

"You're really a hero now, and now those rubbish in the Eighth Company talk about you every day, as if they're afraid that others won't know that you're their company commander." It was impossible to tell whether it was praise or sarcasm in the mandala's tone.

"Oh? Is it. Van replied lightly, "Actually, they should be more confused, when the battle began, where did a reformed warrior named Mandala go?" ”

As if hearing the sarcasm in Sanskrit's tone, Mandala narrowed his eyes slightly.

"If I'm not mistaken, she should have been the hero company commander who went to save her."