Allen's face was hideous, and he gritted his teeth and burst out: "I should cripple you." ”

Kuhlman shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands and smiled, squinting at Alan and shaking his head: "Oh Alan, when was the last time you blasted someone else's brain out at close range?" Ten years ago? As Charlie said, you're no longer a soldier. If it was Charlie, I'd be dead now. The more he smiled, the more suspicious Alan became that there was really someone standing behind him.

"Shoot! You damn sissy! Charlie's roar suddenly rang out in the air, and in the midst of the lightning, Charlie flew in from outside the door, his body lying in the air, and the flat pistol trembled and fired.

Alan turned his head in astonishment, and saw a strange and sloppy figure standing ten meters behind him, in the dark corridor, and the blazing sunlight poured in through the broken window and shone on the humanoid body.

The man's casual coat was covered in pitch-black blood scabs, his face was covered in corpse spots, and he was sluggishly and slowly trying to raise his pistol, clumsily pulling the trigger at Allen.

Alan felt the face familiar. When the gun rang out, I suddenly remembered that this artist-like middle-haired style, with a high Greek-like nose and Asian lips, was the messenger who had performed his own autopsy and was lying on a stretcher bed in a cold death!

Twelve hours earlier, the Courier's body had disappeared from the Central Hospital morgue. Dr. Kuhlman insists that the associates with the Spear of God have stolen the body, convincing Allen to send the strongest Alpha Team to the city to search for it.

However, Allen's worst fear happened:

The Messenger does not die.

Dead.

The Messenger has followed the old path of Jesus, breaking through the shackles of death and walking in the sun again.

Allen's eyes widened, his mouth couldn't close, and he shook his head in despair and muttered, "How is it possible." ”

However, when the messenger raised his arm blankly and shot awkwardly, Charlie flew across Allen's back, holding the gun and aiming, and the limited edition Browning fired crisply, and when the muzzle of the gun burst into flames, Charlie's sleeves trembled, and even Charlie's hideous face was filled with the aftermath of concussion.

The messenger's body exploded with three black spots, but not even blood spilled, like on air-dried bacon. At the same time, even if the messenger was shot, he was still firing in a daze and stubbornly, and he continued to pull the trigger before he lost his balance and fell to the sky without a struggle, lying on the ground like a turtle that had been overturned, stretching out his arms and kicking his feet but unable to get up.

Charlie was shot twice in mid-air, his shoulder and chest exploded one after another, and two bright red-hot small fountains burst into flames, and then he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in pain, and then he fell to the ground with a bang, splashing dust. His head was plucked twice by inertia, completely at the mercy of gravity, limp, limp, lying on his back to the sky, tilting his head on the ground, a heavy red halo spread rapidly on the white shirt on his chest, and in an instant, the burnt shirt was wet and sticking to the flesh, and the red soaked through the fabric.

"Oooh." Kuhlman didn't expect Charlie to rush in at the last moment to block Allen's gun, and the messenger's body was already too clumsy to use, and it was estimated that it would be a problem to even get up, and he was angry and regretful in his heart, and surrendered verbally in embarrassment.

Alan turned around, aimed at Kuhlman, and fired decisively, but Kuhlman had already turned and ran, and was hit by a shot, and in pain, he dropped the heavy Judgment Light console, stumbled into the corner of the hallway, and disappeared into the building.

Alan chased after him angrily, picked up the crucial black box, and was about to chase Kuhlman with a gun, when he suddenly heard Charlie stop him angrily: "Allen...... Allan. ”

The voice was weak and weak, Alan had never only roared and scolded him, and had never heard such a pitiful voice, so he burst into tears, rushed over and knelt down with the suitcase, looked at Charlie's blood-soaked shirt, and stroked Charlie's stubble cheek with his right hand holding a pistol: "You say." ”

Charlie's painful muscles stiffened, his eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed and raised, and he said intermittently: "Three...... Three things. ”

"Okay." Alan handed Charlie his hand and held it.

"One, you're adopted. Two, forget about Kuhlman, pick up the box, run away, live, and get revenge! ”

Charlie suddenly clenched Allen's hand, opened his eyes in pain, and gritted his teeth twitching: "Live, and then take revenge!" Avenge us! Don't forget that you've been with Alpha too! ”

Allen's blue eyes were blurred by tears, and he said categorically: "Good! ”

Charlie was dizzy, his vision was pitch black, he couldn't see Allen's face, he let go of Allen's hand weakly, and muttered slightly: "Three, get out, now." ”

Alan felt that Charlie was not dead yet, and it was more painful to abandon him than to uncover the crab shell alive. He hesitated.

Charlie closed his eyes and drove him away with a dying breath: "I'm annoyed enough with you, don't make me hate you." Get lost. ”

Alan closed his eyes hard, his teeth clenched so hard that his head hurt, and then he held back his tears and choked up: "You have always been great in my mind." ”

“GO。”

Allen stood up, tears broke and fell into the dust, leaving Charlie, who was in shock in severe pain, and broke out of the police station with a suitcase and ran towards the city center.

Like an unlucky paratrooper who has fallen into the heart of the enemy, he must avoid the sight of the mercenaries, away from the almost dusty battlefield, sneak into hiding, humiliating the needle, and go to the friendly army.

It was only two minutes before the battle began, which was too short. For two minutes, even the fire department did not go out, and the ambulance did not even start, and it is estimated that the Mexican authorities have just received a call at this moment, and they are in a state of dispossession.

Beta Squad and Gamma Squad are finished. Together with the legendary commander, along with Charlie the Ghost, it's over. Alan could only rely on himself, carrying this suitcase related to the world order, enduring grief and anger, and running and absconding.

Alan has tears in his eyes before he knows it, Charlie has squeezed him since he was a child, complaining that he snatched toys and shared cookies, but always stopped the bully with his cross arm when Alan was chased by seniors to grab money, spit out a sentence of "That's my brother" and got into a fight with others.

Even though Charlie is lonely and always cold, when he pounces on the police station and blocks the two evil bullets for Alan, the blood has already spoken for itself.

"I only trust you, Alan." Charlie's argument with him is vivid.

Charlie is right, Kuhlman is a scheming mongrel. The facts revealed that Charlie guessed the truth, but died at the police station. He didn't hesitate to put everything in order for his only trusted brother to save the entire Federation.

Alan ran wildly to the nearest parking lot. Only when he escapes the heavens can he return with the hatred of fifty-five heroic spirits and the huge anger of the Free Federation, destroy the Spear of God with his own hands, and bring the end of these maniacs who show off their skills.

The unparalleled fiasco will unleash an overwhelming vengeance, the Federation's radar will sweep every airspace, satellites will comb every inch of land, our marines will inspect every village, clean every cave, uproot the thousands of tendrils of the Spear of God from the face of the earth, and then quietly and silently destroy it without mercy.

"Charlie, I will kill all the Spear of God with my own hands." The only thing left in Alan's mind was that sentence.

Suddenly, at the intersection of the streets that had long been deserted in horror, a long-haired girl with her head down and playing with her mobile phone came out, her long withered hair went over her hip-length leather pants, and the tips of her hair shaved to her smooth white thighs. She dialed the walkie-talkie in her hand, shook her hair, tilted her head to answer, and happened to squint at Allen, who was panting and running: "One thousand two hundred meters north of the police station." After saying it briefly, he turned off the phone with a "snap", inserted it back into the pocket of his tight leather pants, pulled out his pistol with both hands behind his waist, and looked down carefully.

That's the sound of the piano. The sound of the piano that has been interrogated for nearly sixteen hours by fatigue, and the sound of the piano that has not closed its eyes after thirty-two hours of continuous high-intensity work. It is clear that Dr. Kuhlman released her, and although Kuhlman escaped, Koin was still ordered to hunt down Allen.

Alan didn't believe that this beautiful woman, who had been tortured by overdraft, with thin lips and wrinkled skin, could still stop herself.

Without saying a word, he drew his gun and fired.

Qin Yin didn't even look at Allen, he kept looking down at the gun, and when he heard the sound of the gun, his delicate body suddenly lightened to one side, and the cross-section suddenly changed from a humanoid target to a convex and backward silhouette, and the two bullets "swished" and rushed past each other, and unsurprisingly missed. Qin Yin turned his head to look at Allen, her beautiful eyes narrowed, as if she didn't aim, and she raised her arm and "snapped" two shots, one shot broke Allen's wrist, and the other shot hit his left kidney.

Then Kotone didn't speak, just shook his head imperceptibly, looked down and continued to look at the pistol.