The intense pain caused Alan to stagger to his knees, watching the bloody pistol fly out a meter away, and only a star of skin remained on his wrist, hanging his palm on his forearm and shaking.

The kidneys are one of the seven essentials of the human body. Alan, whose waist was shattered, almost bit off his tongue due to severe pain. He fell to the ground panting and shivering, sweating profusely and looking up, ignoring the blurred vision and the whirlwind, just trying to retrieve the pistol, kill the piano before the hemorrhage caused shock, climb into a car, start the car and crash into the city, and then find his cold body by the swarming regular police.

But it seems like an impossible task. He's not Charlie.

The agent who was able to work miracles is dead.

But Alan can't give up, he has to work hard. Charlie was watching him, and fifty-five angry Heroic Spirits were watching him. Alan must carry the glory of the commando and the mission of the Federation, and fight endlessly......

Like an ant with a broken leg, he crawled around, moving at unimaginable speed towards the pistol a meter away, and the rough asphalt was painted red by his body.

Qin Yin caught a glimpse of Allen's movements, tilted her head to look, closed her eyes tiredly, and complained helplessly: "Can you not let me kill you?" With a shot in his hand, the pistol that Alan was trying to pick up shattered to pieces, and the spring screws jumped all over the ground.

Alan was stunned for a moment.

"Stay still." Qin Yin said seriously.

But Allen's life and death are not controlled by the sound of the piano. Twenty seconds later, an armed jeep sped into the block, braking to scratch the old tire marks, and three God's Spear mercenaries jumped down and ran wildly with guns in hand.

Allen's physical strength was rapidly draining as the ground was covered with a pool of blood. He gasped for breath in a daze, and when he heard footsteps, he struggled to look back and saw the spotlessly fine Dr. Kuhlman, clutched in his right flank, his face whiter than his beard, limping through gritted teeth.

Qin Yin walked over, crouched down and gently snatched the box from Alan's hand. Alan trembled and gasped, but his hand was clenched, the sound of the piano tossed twice, and his long hair fell down and fell into Allen's pool of blood, and Allen didn't let go.

"It doesn't make sense anymore. Let go. Qin Yin said softly. She snapped Alan's fingers open, snatched the box and walked over to Dr. Kuhlman, shaking the gun in her hand, "Can I keep it?" ”

"Return the Courier." Dr. Kuhlman replied succinctly, looked down at the box, and made sure that it was correct, and then limped over to Allen, panting in pain, and bent down to look at Allen, who had softened into a puddle of mud in a pool of blood, and suddenly felt like a dog with stiff legs at the time of his death, only his belly was still heaving, and his mouth and nose were still steaming. It's pathetic.

"Dear Mr. Deputy Secretary, I would like you to send a message to the White House on my behalf." Dr. Kuhlman covered his wound and sweated in pain, but squeezed out a sweet smile that made him smile like an animal.

Alan was unable to speak, and the blood loss had left him with a blank sheet of paper, and he was not even able to maintain his body temperature. With all his strength, he could only look up slightly and glance meaningfully at Dr. Kuhlman.

Scheming mongrel.

The net worth is so rich that he can eat and drink without worry, his status is so lofty that he is admired by thousands of people, and his history is as innocent as a saint.

Why? Why betray the Federation?

Eren didn't blink.

"The message is: I'm leaving, thank you for the trust and money of the Federation." Kuhlman said with a smile.

Qin Yin tilted her head and asked, "He should be given a shot of adrenaline." If he can't live, how can he deliver the message?? ”

Dr. Kuhlman smiled and shook his palms, and the mercenary immediately handed over a gun. Dr. Kuhlman glanced at it and scolded, "What about the Type 92 I asked you to bring?" ”

The mercenary remembered and quickly pulled out the dark and small QSZ92 semi-automatic pistol and gave it to him.

Then Dr. Kuhlman straightened up, covered his eyes, and shot Allen three times in the head, the skull fragments crumbling onto the doctor's pants, and he heard the sound of watermelons popping in a dull voice, and his instep moistened, and he looked down to see that the melon scoop was splashed all over his shoes, and it was already wet on top of his socks. Dr. Kuhlman hurriedly stamped his foot in disgust, shaking Allen's brain off.

The sound of the piano is tired, and the last thing I want to see is this heavy picture. She was already carrying the suitcase to start the car.

The fear of the corpses of the same kind can keep humans out of danger zones, which is a physiological response given to humans by the theory of evolution. No matter how skilled the art of killing is, psychological qualities are needed to counteract this reaction. Qin Yin was so tired that he didn't want to kill. So after she started the car, she would just wait blankly.

Dr. Kuhlman returned the gun to the mercenary and said briskly, "Cut off this inferior man's head and send it to the White House." Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, he trotted back to the co-pilot of Qinyin, sat comfortably, and asked casually: "Is it really okay if you drive?" ”

"I've trained in napping and can work 21 hours a day." Qin Yin replied lightly, turned his head and reversed, "Drive to the airport?" ”

Dr. Kuhlman glanced at his watch, and the attack had been going on for three minutes and eleven seconds, with plenty of time to evacuate. He frowned and pressed the gunshot wound on his flank, and replied in a sweat: "Go and cut off the courier's rancid head, and board the plane back to South Africa." ”

Kotone continued: "He's all spoiled, why can't I keep his gun!" ”

"Give it to me." Kuhlman said.

Kotone pursed her lips, pulled out her silver pistol and handed it to him.

Kuhlman plays with elaborate pistols that do not have any numbered markings on them, indicating his superiority.

"You can't keep it, you have to win it." Kuhlman said lightly, "If you want to live forever, then fight for it." It's useless to be nostalgic for a souvenir. ”

The piano sound does not squeak, and it drives silently.

Back on the street of the police station, Kotone saw the wreckage of machinery scattered all over the battlefield, like a steel grave.

A mercenary ran over. His gaze was dilated like that of an addict, always reminiscing about what it was like, and it was only when he was stopped by Kuhlman that his eyes lit up.

"Has the neural machine center been disassembled?" Kuhlman was very irritable, and he had little patience left in pain.

"It's all there, it's pouring thermite." The mercenary pointed to a pile of core parts in the middle of the street, piled up into a hill that sloped out of the side, and four or five people were trying to pour black powder on it.

"OK. Destroy the center, just board the plane and retreat." The doctor was relieved.

Qin Yin wants to ask, are these exoskeleton mechs just left here? Isn't it for the Federation to pick ready-made?

But she was too tired to speak, and lazily thought to herself, the doctor deceived the Federation's manpower, equipment and financial resources, and took away the light of judgment, leaving a few armors that could not be taken away, anyway, the core parts have been ......

She glanced at the middle of the street, the mercenaries had already ignited the thermite, and a rush of flames licked the sky like a spray gun, and the heat wave in her face made the sound of the piano raise her hand to resist.

Anyway, the core parts have melted into a piece of iron slag. Koto thought distractedly.

"I don't think the White House will rest on its laurels." Kotone lazily stroked her hair and said, "So is Mexico." And the European Union...... East Asian ......"

"Oh! It would be quite a move, and I could smell the diesel fuel from the Combined Fleet's footing on South Africa. Dr. Kuhlman laughed heartily, so excited that he forgot the pain, but he suddenly raised his index finger in triumph and seriousness: "America has no chance of revenge, my dear, and it thinks everything is just what it seems." ”

While waiting, the mercenary had already walked out with the messenger's blank purple head, and when he handed it to the doctor, the doctor looked at the messenger's messy hair, and the messy hanging spinal nerves and bronchi in the cavity, and only felt a wave of nausea, pinched his nose and pointed forward: "Put the co-pilot." ”

Qin Yin turned his head to look, and waved his hand angrily in protest: "Put it in the trunk!" ”

Dr. Kuhlman said with bad intentions, "Technically, the micro-batteries in it haven't been depleted yet, and the reborn courier will remember your attitude today, Koto-in." ”

Kotone pointed to the butt of the car and repeated categorically: "Throw this filthy thing in the trunk." ”

Dr. Kuhlman injected himself with a morphine to suppress the pain, and finally looked up and closed his eyes in a relaxed mood, and wiped his beard comfortably with a deerskin handkerchief: "I can't believe that there are still players among the inferior people who can kill the messenger." There are no wonders in the world. ”

Remembering that he was also a member of the inferior people, Qin Yin was so sad that she refused to squeak, quietly recalling Charlie's indifferent accent, curious where he was now.

Unbeknownst to her, the man's body was twenty meters away, inside the door of the police station, lying in a pool of coagulated blood, leaving only the residual body temperature in the center of the torso.

"And what about the ghost of the CIA?" Qin Yin blurted out.

"What ghost?" The Doctor was a little fluttery by morphine.

Qin Yin didn't bother to speak, and concentrated on reversing on the road, leaving the completely annihilated Navy SEALs and leaving in the dust.