"...... the 'League Gene Census' program itself is indeed a simple administrative activity to establish a population gene bank, but through this gene bank, the League can easily carry out simulations and screen out young people with the potential for TF transformation. Many young people, even children, are unable to resist the tendentious temptations and exorbitant rewards of the alliance and accept genetic modification. However, the moral implacing was masked by the necessities of war, and it is foreseeable that future historians will be subject to a radical debate on this plan......"

-- History of the TF of the League, 2173 edition, Icarus Press.

****

"As for volunteers, we can all of them." Martin spoke

"Except for you."

Ling Yu looked at Martin's deputy team leader, was silent for a moment, shook his head, and then stretched out his hand and pointed at another agent behind Martin, "Except for you, you two must act with me." ”

Ling Yu didn't need to explain more, it was already clear that Martin and the other agent were the only members of the special service team who were not injured.

"I know that even for able-bodied people, it is very difficult to escape when this kind of submarine is hit, and there is basically no possibility for the wounded to escape, but in the same way, when attacking the base, I also need the strongest combat team members to deal with the unexpected." Ling Yu was silent for a moment, but still chose to speak, "As for the other injured team members, if I am the captain, it is better to disband them now and let them find a way to hide, the alliance's counteroffensive will start in 24 hours." ”

"Then I'll come, I can't run fast because of my leg injury, and the possibility of escaping is not so high."

A Secret Service agent with a thigh wound and leaning against the wall spoke, and in addition to the team leader and deputy team leader, there were five surviving agents.

"Leave me a spot. The other boys with injured arms and shoulders should hurry up," Team Leader Ingram, who was sitting on the sofa, smiled at the corners of his mouth, "I don't think I'll have a problem living for a few more hours, don't underestimate me, I'm a volunteer who survived the Alpine line of hell." ”

"Do you want to ...... Leave us some explosives and wait for the ACA commandos to find here. We can also pull a few pads. A black agent standing behind the group leader with a bandage around his forearm spoke.

"No, there aren't many explosives here, I'm going to take them all." Ling Yu shook his head slightly, "I'll disband the team now, how about it, Team Leader Ingram?" ”

"I know what you're worried about."

Team leader Ingram sighed heavily, then stood up against the armrests of the couch, in the white light. The middle-aged man's face was pale and not humanoid.

"Morgan, that old bastard, the Secret Service has just finished sorting out the interior and putting together all those miscellaneous intelligence agencies...... That's what happened, I know you're all worried about purges, and now you're dying in battle, so you can be a martyr, or you're still a glorious member of the Secret Service. It's better than being betrayed in the political struggle that follows......"

Ingram coughed a few times, but her body didn't shake. Ling Yu could tell that this middle-aged man was completely relying on adrenaline to hold on, and at most an hour later, he would die.

"However, the Secret Service is still the Secret Service, when the Secret Service was formed. What CIA, the Federal Intelligence Agency, is not an organization with a hundred years of accumulation, and in the end, it has not become part of the Secret Service? Cleaning is inevitable, but there will always be people. Somebody, somebody, somebody, say goodbye, and today, May 7, 2178, it's our Secret Service that protects the president, from Liberty Avenue all the way to the Jefferson Memorial, from the memorial to Reagan Airport, and finally to the Encirclement, back to the Confederate district, back to Ottawa, back to Icarus. ”

"The president has always been protected by the Secret Service, and without the protection of the black agents, the president is not going anywhere, so you have to follow the president to the end," Ingram took a few difficult breaths, "and you guys, you have to survive and come back to continue to protect the president!" ”

"Let's start acting according to Captain Ling's arrangement, this is an order."

Ingram waved his hand one last time, and after a second of silence, all the Secret Service agents present gave a military salute - Secret Service agents are not active duty soldiers, have no ranks, and do not salute within the Secret Service, but these most elite agents are all veterans who have survived the battlefield, and in their bones, it is still the blood of soldiers.

After the ceremony, Deputy Leader Martin nodded, and then left the room with the others and began to prepare.

"Ling Yu, I have one thing...... Private matters, can I ask you? ”

Ingram watched his men leave the room, then looked at Ling Yu, and Helis walked to the side playfully, and began to prepare for the transfer of the injured and unconscious president.

"It's a private matter, I'm not asking you to influence your mission, just if you have the chance, please do me a favor." Ingram took out a photo from his shirt pocket and handed it to Ling Yu, who looked at the photo, in which a middle-aged man in a white striped shirt was half-squatting on the ground, holding a little girl of seven or eight years old.

"This is my daughter, Sarah. Ingram, 8 years old, 115 cm tall, type O blood, lives at 114 SS P Street," Ingram frowned slightly, took a breath, and continued to speak, "Her mother died early, I was supposed to be on vacation in Washington this month, I was temporarily transferred by Director Anderson, and I hired a nanny company to take care of her, but I don't know what the situation is now." ”

"P Street...... Isn't it right near the National Defense University...... It's a battlefield now. Ling Yu's heart sank, and he couldn't help frowning.

"I'm mentally prepared, anyway...... I won't live to hear from me. Ingram laughed miserably, "It's just...... If there is a 1 in 10,000 chance of surviving...... Then I wish someone had sent her to her grandmother's house instead of an orphanage or a junior military school...... Even if you don't survive...... At least there were people who took the funeral. ”

Ingram took a deep breath and coughed twice, Ling Yu held the photo, and the moment he took it, he felt the power in the hands of Team Leader Ingram, just like a person. I want to hold on to the power of my own life.

But this power only lasted for a second, and Ling Yu felt that the other party had let go of his fingers, and the young man glanced at the photo, and then put it in his jacket pocket.

"I can't give you any guarantees, but I'll do my best." Ling Yu nodded lightly, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief. "There are already too many children who have lost their happiness because of the war, and I will try to make up for it as much as possible."

"Hopefully, she's still alive."

Ingram took one last look at the place where Ling Yu was loaded with the photo, as if he could see through the thick jacket and see the photo in the afternoon sun in the lining pocket of the Jesse custom-made combat uniform inside.

With that, Team Leader Ingram turned around and walked out of the room with difficulty.

Let me do it, wait for this qiē to end. I can find her.

Helis slowly walked to Ling Yu's side, turned the cat's ears, and left such a sentence in Ling Yu's glasses.

"Well, wait until this qiē is over."

Ling Yu closed his eyes, then opened them.

"Now, let's kill the hell out of this place first."

***

"Already gone?"

Twenty minutes later, a man in a quaint black suit burst through the door and walked into the empty shelter. Oscar. Mozart got down on one knee and twisted a half-dried drop of blood on the ground with his white glove. Rubbed his fingers.

Oscar came alone, in fact, it didn't take twenty minutes to get from Capitol Hill to the Jefferson Memorial at all, and Oscar didn't rush at all, and found a civilian car on the side of the road, as if driving around the city. At the same speed as a turtle crawling, we arrived here.

Not at all like a warrior who had seen through the other side's conspiracy, but like a tourist coming to Washington for the first time, Oscar did not continue into the bunker, but walked out the door. I came to the messy souvenir shop.

"Oscar! Where are you! ”

Just as Oscar strolled through the souvenir shop and reached for a shelf of books from Thomas. Jefferson's biography, a call suddenly came from his headset.

This rugged voice is clearly the second-ranked TF, Sergey. Zakhaev, this strong Slavic TF liked to use lamp poles as weapons, which made the elegant Oscar not like him very much.

"I'm going to the Jefferson Memorial in a moment, what's wrong, Sergey?"

Of course, Oscar would never show this disdain, he patted the dust off the book in his hand, and then turned the title page and replied.

"That's right, you're right there!" The sound of yelling from the other side made Oscar frown, "We just got back to Capitol Hill when we got a report that the sensors we had placed in the river had spotted a submarine, and it was probably the damn president!" We've been ordered, dead or alive, to stop that old guy from escaping Washington! Now the Reagan airfield has sent anti-submarine drones! You're going to go for reinforcements right away!! ”

"Oh? Submarines? Heading towards Reagan Airport? South? Oscar was stunned for a moment, then closed the page in his hand, raised his head, and landed on a map of Washington on the wall of the souvenir shop, he stretched out his finger, gestured in the air, then closed the book, closed his eyes, shook his head gently, and pressed the headset.

"I know, I'll go to Reagan Airport to investigate right away."

"Help them get the sunken submarine up if necessary, and even if the old guy dies, we'll get the proof!" You know! ”

"Understood, Mr. Zakayev." Oscar pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, terminating his communication with Zakaev before running out of patience, and he turned to put the book in his hand on the counter next to him, then turned around and walked briskly out of the souvenir shop.

"It seems that there is no way to continue fishing, I really don't want to fight with you here, Ling Yu...... And my good apprentice. ”

Oscar walked out of the memorial, got into the car next to him, started the engine, and laughed at himself.

"Because, the person in your hands must not die right now."

Oscar, who flicked the steering wheel and controlled the car and left, shook his head helplessly.

***

"Let's go."

Ling Yu lay on the inflatable kayak, because at the beginning, he had considered that he might have to evacuate the president who was not a soldier, so before setting off, Ling Yu put on this kind of kayak that could be compressed to a very small size, and now, the inflated kayak started its two sets of motors, competing against the rolling water of the Potomac River, and slowly moved forward.

This is the bank of the river a little north of the Jefferson Memorial, and according to Helis's calculations, the speed of the Potomac River can be brought to the edge of Reagan Airport without any adjustments.

But at this moment, except for Ling Yu, everyone in the kayak, including Helis, focused their eyes on the south direction, and in that direction, dozens of drones loaded with small depth charges were hovering on the water, dropping bombs from time to time according to the targets calibrated by the underwater drones dragging antennas, causing a high splash.

It was Team Ingram's submarine, and it was constantly moving eastward, attracting the drones as far away from Reagan Airport as possible.

Ling Yu had been paying attention to the situation on the water, and he knew that Helis was also sensing the drone and the monitor, but it seemed that the lure plan had worked, and the dinghy successfully crossed the Potomac River from the water with almost fanfare.

"Let's go, our mission has just begun."

Minutes later, the kayak hit the west bank of the river accurately, and Runway 33 at Reagan Airport was just above the gentle slope.

Ling Yu shot out the rope gun, held the kayak in place, and then gently spoke.

He didn't look back at the East Coast behind him. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the Biquge www.biquge.info () to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to M. to read. (To be continued......)