Clearing 69 was a huge undertaking, and before the arrival of the workers and slaves sent by Victor, it was a devastating task that could only be carried out by a dozen or so armed mobs of surrendered prisoners with hundreds of captives. Tuyan became the leader of the armed mob and was directly accountable to Quinn. This handsome young man may know his fate clearly, or perhaps out of some unknown grudge, he treats his former colleagues extremely cruelly, and at the first time he starts work, he catches three guys who are full of complaints and want to incite others to riot together. Then, in the presence of everyone, Touyan most brutally and slowly dismembered the one who had resisted the most, and then beat the other two to a bloody pulp, but with a good sense of proportion, that is, neither killed nor maimed.

Su silently stood in the distance and watched this qiē. With him present, the mob, which had been restless and somewhat violent in protest, fell silent. The scene of their comrades-in-arms, friends, and enemies, helplessly and desperately dying at the hands of Sue, once again resurfaced. Not to mention that it has not been a few days, even a few years later, they will never forget that completely black day.

Tuyan's delicate face was distorted, his eyes shot a frenzied light, and a nervous laugh squeezed out from the depths of his throat, slowly twisting the neck of the hapless fellow who was about to be executed, and the rest of the victim's body had been reduced to a pile of scattered parts underground, and Tuyan used a special technique, and the man's consciousness was still unusually awake during the whole process, and he did not faint or go crazy from pain.

The final execution was a very slow twisting of the cervical vertebrae, followed by a 360-degree rotation of the carotid artery, and the whole process of death was slowed down and lengthened, and pain, anger, and horror intertwined on the mob's face, and finally turned into a splash of color in Tuyang's pupils. When the boy put down the body of the mob and stood up again, he was finally satisfied to see the fear in the eyes of the mob who were much stronger than himself.

These mobs may not fear the most ferocious beasts, but human nature makes them more or less afraid of the mad.

After watching the mob of warriors and slaves with rudimentary tools, Sue called Quinn and began to discuss with him the details of the subsequent construction of the base. The first is how to activate the main energy source of the base. Su asked very carefully, and occasionally put forward some of his own opinions and assumptions. In his plan, the base will be built to integrate water treatment and weapons processing industries, and the escape route at the back must be opened, and the second step is to comprehensively repair the base's facilities, including the vigilance and defense system. The ultimate goal of the program is to create a logistics system that can support more than 500 fighters.

Knowing and familiarizing himself with Guò in 958, Quinn has a knack for transforming the general-purpose equipment of the old era. He had previously entered the base and looked at the processing plants left behind by the mutants, and he was also surprised by the good maintenance of the working machines. It doesn't take much work here to process a wide range of gunpowder-based weapons of the new era.

One by one, the corpses of mutants were carried out and piled up in a clearing near the entrance, and for every dozen corpses accumulated, the mob doused them with gasoline or diesel and set them on fire. It's getting hotter and hotter, and it's not a good idea to let these corpses rot.

Victor promised two hundred workers and fifty standard sets of warrior equipment, but it would take a few more days for these things to arrive. During these days, Su supervised the work of the mob slaves and studied the distribution of forces and the situation in the western part of the Great Lakes. He knows that even in turbulent times when the means of communication are very primitive, messages are often delivered faster than people think. The news that the 69 water treatment unit is about to be repaired is spreading rapidly, and it is believed that many people will be interested in this and intend to take possession of it.

The water treatment unit is like a lighthouse in the dark night, always attracting enough fire-fighting moths. And what Sue wants is these flying noctuidae.

Sue was going to spend a few days walking around the base, and everything he passed, walked through, and was thoroughly familiar with would become his home field.

While Sue was concentrating on building his home turf, Helen had just been relieved from the heavy lifting of the day and night. She had not been out of the room for a few days, her face was pale, her hair had lost its luster, and her exhaustion was accentuated by the heavy and burdensome glasses under her dark circles.

She returned to her living unit, had a hasty meal, and went into the bathroom. As the hot and powerful water pounded against her pale skin, Helen felt her energy regain little by little. The wall of the bathroom lit up with a row of red numbers, 4706, and flickered. That's her weight, a full three kilograms less than four days ago. Compared to her figure of more than 170 cm, this weight is indeed too light. Helen lowered her head and looked at her visibly emaciated body, knowing that her ribs must be protruding now, even if she didn't have to touch them. She scrubbed her chest, and after stroking her hands, the volume, density, and elasticity of ** came to mind. So Helen knew at once that ** was 12 years younger than four days ago, and certainly not comparable to Persephone. Even if the two are added together, they may not be able to match one of hers.

"Sure enough, when a woman loses weight, most of them do so first...... "Helen thought with some self-deprecation.

A few minutes later, Helen came out of the living unit with a new look, and her slightly wet blonde hair actually gave her a bit of a sexy style, but her pale and dull complexion could not be quickly adjusted by bathing and supplementing food.

A light screen floated automatically, reminding her that a guest was visiting and waiting in the reception area. Seeing the message playing on the light screen, Helen was a little surprised: "Why is he here?" ”

After a moment's thought, she turned to the reception area. After checking Helen's identity, the automatic doors silently retreated to both sides.

The reception area is large, with several sets of sofas and a roaring fire burning in the fireplace, which dispels the cold and dampness that inevitably await the underground building. In the couch, a grinning man sits while another stands by the wall, admiring the oil paintings hanging on it. When Helen's figure appeared, the rough man was still lazily piled up in the sofa, half-squinting, continuing to enjoy the warm fire. The man by the wall turned around and said with a smile, "Sister Helen, meet again." ”

This man's face is very young, but he doesn't have a little immature feeling, and the whole person exudes a kind of calm and dense momentum, which is a taste that can only be precipitated by the years, but somehow it appeared in this person who has just escaped from the category of boys. And Helen knew exactly how old he was.

After carefully looking at his soft and calm face, Helen walked into the reception area and asked, "Oberen, why did you suddenly come to me?" ”

Oberen handed Helen a brain and said, "Sister Helen, you can take a look at this first." Then he walked to the bar on the other side and began to prepare the tea. Oberen was familiar with the place, and he used to like Helen's reception area so much that he used to come here often. Of course, at that time he was still a big boy full of ideals and sunshine.

Helen threw her still-empty body on the couch and turned on her brain, and several lasers first outlined Elena's appearance and information, and then the members of the task force, from Number One to Number Six.

Oberen walked back with the tray and placed a cup of black tea and a few biscuits in front of Helen, then placed another in front of her. The rough man was handed a full glass of liquor. He waited patiently for Helen to read all the information before he said, "These are the people sent by Bebraz to kill my sister. However, according to the insider, Elena ran away by herself. Sister Helen, what I want to know is, what is my sister's win rate? ”

Helen lifted her face and looked into Oberen's eyes. In the depths of those gray-green pupils, she saw a world far wider and deeper than before.

So Helen decided to give him the answer: "In my judgment, Fanny's win rate is around 70." Elena's abilities, as powerful as they are, are actually restrained by Fanny. ”

However, this is just an inference based on the number jù, and there are always some surprises in the real world. So the number jù does not mean a qiē. Helen added.

“７０？ It was much better than I thought. A sunny smile bloomed on Oberen's face and he said, "Since Sister Helen thinks it's 70, then it must be 70." In fact, according to this winning rate, I don't need to go to the north, and by the time I get there, maybe my sister has already done it. ”

"But ......" Oberen's smile was still charming, but his voice slowly deepened: "Although reason tells me, such a high probability of victory actually doesn't need me to interfere. But emotionally speaking, the probability of failure in 30 is already too good a reason for me to go to the north once. ”

"You're going to war with Bebraz?" Helen asked with a frown.

Oberyen smiled and said, "I've taken a stand and given him time. But he did not withdraw the troops sent to the north, and since that was the case, then war was inevitable. ”

"Your father and family will approve of you doing this? You should know the current situation. Helen's brow furrowed even tighter.

Oberen's smile was even more charming: "I believe that with the wisdom of Boreillo Arthur, my family should not be a problem at least to protect itself." If Bebraz must hunt down his sister to the end, then it would be a big deal for me to leave my family and go to the wilderness like my sister. ”

Looking at Oberen, who seemed to bring sunlight to the underground reception area, Helen finally changed her mechanical expression, sighed softly, and said, "You drove Fanny out of the family in the first place. ”

"I was young at the time." Oberen gives a very peculiar reason. It has been less than a year since the original decision, and how much can a person grow in a year? But the reason he gives has a strange convincing ability.

"And what do you need me to do?" Helen asked.

"I need to know where to find my sister."

Helen pressed the brain in her hand, and a moment later a virtual map of the northern mountains appeared, and she used her finger to mark a vast area, and said, "According to the available information, it is very likely that Fanny is haunting this area. Here, on the other hand, is the scope of the task force's activities. There still appear to be several task forces who were not involved in the fighting. ”

Oberyen made a note of Helen's area, then stood up and said, "Thank you, Sister Helen." Then I'm going to go now, good luck to me. By the way, forget jì introduction, this is Aaron, a partner I can rest assured to hand over my back to him. ”

Helen looked at Oberen, then at Aaron, and said, "Just the two of you seventh-order?" ”

Oberen's noncommittal tone of strong questioning in Helen's words replied with a smile: "Didn't you also say that counting jù doesn't really mean anything?" ”

After Oberion and Alan left the reception area, Helen's brain was filled with a large number of numbers and calculations at a speed comparable to that of a supercomputing center, and after a while, Oberen's probability of winning the trip surfaced. Seeing the results, Helen was a little relieved.

At this time, Oberen and Alan had just walked out of the door of Persephone's private hospital, and the bright light made both of them squint slightly. An off-road vehicle on the side of the street started and slowly drove towards them.

While waiting, Oberen smiled and looked around the familiar Dragon City, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. He said slowly, "Aaron, do you have faith? Those guys in the task force have the strength of a major general! ”

Aaron's demeanor is still lazy, and he seems to be half-asleep forever. Hearing Oberen's question, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Counting jù doesn't tell anything, I've heard this sentence twice today." If we're lucky, maybe in a few years, our battle example will be recorded in the textbooks of the Dark Dragoon, and become an example of the Seventh Order defeating the general. ”

Of course, Oberyen heard something other than Aaron's words, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Don't underestimate Sister Helen, I bet that she must have seen through our true strength by now, otherwise, with her personality, she will definitely prepare some means to save our lives." ”

After saying that, Oberyen sighed with some emotion and said, "Actually, since I was a child, a so-called genius like me was actually nothing in front of Sister Helen. ”

Aaron was a little unimpressed, and his inherent thinking habits were still strong, which made him subconsciously despise women, especially a woman who was not capable at all. But he wasn't going to dwell on the issue, and he wasn't used to questioning Oberen's repeated judgments, but simply asked, "What are we going to do next?" ”

"Take a plane to the north." Oberyen said.

"Airplanes?" This time Aaron finally came to his senses and asked in surprise, "What kind of plane can fly to that hellish place in the north?" ”

"The plane is actually pretty ordinary, but I know that the guy can definitely fly north."

"Who?" Aaron is very curious about this guy.

"I haven't seen that person either, only that his nickname is Flying Bear." Oberyen said.

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