Several people tacitly exchanged information on the topography of the riverbank, Gu Tie stuffed the chemical protection suit into another chemical protection suit as a support, simply made two dummies, and urinated inside, hoping that his urine could deceive the infrared instrument for a little more time before it cooled down.

The dummies were hidden behind alder trees on the edge of the forest path, and Barr, Gu Tie, Amber, and Aunt Sula lurked in loose formation, and they had to keep each other in sight as the radio had been burned down—a bit dangerous.

Gu Tie was lying prone behind a gooseberry, a bunch of plump and juicy little red fruits fishing on the tip of his nose, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Kruger's self-defense pistol still had two magazines, and if he pulled the trigger, he would run out of ammunition in a matter of seconds, and he couldn't help but secretly regret leaving M1911 for the red-haired female spy, because there were still several rows of four or five bullets in his pocket.

Gu Tie opened the bullet pouch and looked at a large handful of yellow bullets with worry, - in normal times, he had already used the production method from the search to create several exquisite pressure hair treacherous thunderbolts, but the disadvantages of non-professionals were undoubtedly obvious at this time, Gu Tie, who had no way to connect to the Internet, did not know how to make traps with pins, chewing gum, wooden sticks and bullets, and he didn't have the courage to try.

A question occurred to him.

The terminal chip of the "world", that is, the Genesis terminal that exchanges data in the form of neural electrical signals, is still quietly in the depths of his medulla, and the EMP explosion does not know if it will affect this gadget made by cutting-edge bio-building technology.

Gu Tie immediately closed his eyes and tried to open the terminal interface. He was not disappointed, and the slight tingling of the interception of nerve impulses came, and the blue client of the "world" filled his sea of consciousness like sea water. Gu Tie let out a sigh. Terminals that can't connect to the Internet can't even function as a calculator, but at least the familiar interface gives him some comfort.

"Twelve thirty o'clock. Gu Tie's direction of nine o'clock, Barr raised his hand to compare the current time. The Indian hid in a tuft of saxifrage in a black combat suit that was quite close to the color of the humus on the ground, and he also stuck a small wildflower in the barrel of his gun to shield the reflection of the optical sight.

Sullen. Gu Tie belly sneered.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he told Barr in sign language to move seventy-five yards toward twelve.

Balvindra did not ask why, and immediately ordered the members of the "Shiva" to move to the designated location. The leaves fluttered to the east, and a figure in a black combat uniform sped through the trees in silence.

The location Gu Tie was referring to was a shady side of a gentle slope, with willow and mountain pear trees growing at the bottom, and low herbaceous plants on the slope, and a pine tree growing abruptly in the middle of the grass. Gu Tie climbed the gentle slope first, and found a hidden position in the densely vegetated place at the edge of the slope.

"It's not a reasonable choice in the playbook. Barr opened his mouth not far away, and through the dense plants, Gu Tie could only barely see the backpack of his old comrade-in-arms.

"I forgot an important question. Gu Tie explained in a low voice, "Look at those trees." This is the most wooded place in the vicinity, and the enemy must keep an eye on us when they find us, and they will definitely turn on the optical camouflage to form a semi-encirclement at a distance of about thirty meters. The layers of tree canopy can quickly attenuate satellite signals, and the biggest flaw of optical camouflage is the huge amount of data exchange, which is not a problem in GTC countries, but in dear Belarus, a beautiful country of IPUs, the trees of Fluttersky Park will help us to strip away their camouflage. ”

"Pulski National Park. Amber corrected. Gu Tie turned around, but he didn't see where the blonde Russian girl was.

"Ahem. Gu Tie cleared his throat, "Once the signal weakens, the function of the optical camouflage will decline linearly, giving us a chance to hit a home run off the court; ”

"Understood. Barr replied briefly, then reached out and tapped his left wrist to signal that the time was approaching and that the enemy could appear at any moment. Gu Tie closed his mouth, turned on the safety of the Kruger self-defense pistol, and dialed the fast and slow machine from fully automatic to three bursts.

The woods on the banks of the Pripyat River are silent.

The autumn sun casts flecks of light through the verdant canopy of the pine trees, and a red-breasted robin folds its wings and lands on the tree, tilting its head, not knowing what to think.

Gu Tie was a little distracted, thinking of the strange riverside town and his partners with different personalities in the "world", and remembering the agreement with Xiao Liping, he should send Xiao Liping a message to report safety, there are still more than twenty days before the next group meeting, he may not have time to go back to participate, and he has to let Xiao Liping take responsibility.

A million people have entered the world of the "world", the virtual world is about to lead to a huge change, and he needs to somehow find a connection with the players in the "world", especially with the group members. However, the premise is that his weak avatar avatar named Jonah can survive in the "world" of swords and swords.

When the trouble at hand is over, you must immediately log in to the world to check the status of the character, although the manual says that the character is automatically hosted according to the player's behavior pattern when you are not logged in, but Gu Tie is always not at ease.

A few bird calls rang out. Four tones in a group, two variations.

"It's close. Await. This method of conveying messages with the cuckoo's call was taught to them by the mercenary soldier named Aqiwei on the battlefield in Central Africa, and Gu Tie felt very nostalgic.

He pursed his lips and blew out a short note that represented "know."

Squinting his eyes, Gu Tie tried his best to distinguish the enemy's traces in the green and yellow background, but did not find anything abnormal.

Experienced GTC operatives are able to make the most of the optical camouflage to conceal all visual features, even if they use heavy military boots to step on the ground, without breaking the thinnest branch.

Gu Tie didn't know where Barr knew that the enemy was approaching, but he trusted the judgment of his old comrades.

Let's say the enemy is lurking in that woods. Suppose the enemy has easily located each individual from thermal imaging cameras and other sensors. Assuming that those two dummies had no effect, - in fact, Gu Tie did not expect the dummies to play any role, and that the stupid dummies with no silver here had Professor Tariq's body at their feet, and that the smart people would blow a contemptuous snort from their nostrils after seeing through the disguise, and disdain to look at them a second time, Gu Tie hoped that this would save Professor Tariq from stray bullets, and that each member of Shiva's present and Gu Tie's own head was firmly locked in the middle of the reticle by more than one scope, then the battle was about to begin.

It was a battle with unpredictable consequences, and the slim odds of victory came from confidence in the raid on the Far East Core Route far away in Malaysia. Baal's faith in the members of Shiva.

A speck of sunlight sprinkled on Gu Tie's neck, warm and itchy. Gu Tie waited quietly for the battle to begin, and couldn't help but be a little distracted.

The woman named Long Ji, one of the hundreds of millions of personality threads calculated in real time by the quantum computer "Genesis", was more real than most of the living women he had met in his life.

Every time he entered the body of the astrologer's apprentice and saw that woman, Gu Tie could feel the hormones rushing in the blood vessels, and the thalamus kept gushing out sweet dopamine, this feeling made him at a loss, in the twenty-nine years since he was born, he had met too many women, but he had never found something called **love.

The feelings of the young man in the "world" for the mysterious Oriental woman, the feelings of one NPC thread to another NPC thread, made Gu Tie taste the taste of longing for the first time, although he clearly knew that this unrequited love that was destined to have no end had nothing to do with himself, he was just an outsider who descended on ordinary people, in the quantum computer buried deep underground in Salzburg, love will silently breed, grow, and bear fruit. Extinction, all this, is just a transformation of quantum states, a phantom within a phantom, a void within nothingness.

Gu Tie was a little confused. It occurred to him that the personality called Jonah did not disappear according to the predetermined pattern after he entered the "world", but took over the time period when he was not logged in, taking on the role of two personalities of the same body. This phenomenon doesn't seem to be normal, and when I look back at Xiao Liping, I need to discuss it carefully. -- If I can survive today.

The cuckoo chirped. "Concealment. Barr announced.

Gu Tie leaned down. Dense herbs obscured his vision, was the time to come? What would happen to Malaysia if the operation failed? Will there be a chance to see the woman named Long Ji again?

He heard his pulse beat forty times. A short twenty seconds passed.

A dazzling orange light bloomed in the trees, and the ensuing shock wave crushed the forest artemisia grass to the ground, and the dull roar shook his heart, Gu Tie curled up and protected his head. Another explosion. Exploded again. A series of violent explosions sounded from the wetland forest, like the footsteps of Indra, the god of thunder, slowly walking through the silent mountains and forests of the Plisky National Forest Park.

No shrapnel flew over the head. This is not a grenade, especially not a defensive grenade.

Facing the scorching gale, Gu Tie opened his eyes from between his arms, and saw that the continuous explosions had clearly formed a fan-shaped path from wide to narrow, and he immediately understood the intention of the timpani: these explosions with sound and light effects greater than lethal effects were not to destroy the enemy, but to force the pursuers who did not know where they were to a dense place in the trees, directly in front of their ambush circle.

Is the timing right? A second earlier or a second later in detonation, the result may be completely different.

Gu Tie clenched the Kruger self-defense pistol and opened his mouth wide to release the pressure on his eardrum.

"Bang!" the crisp sound of gunfire pierced through the midday sun, and the sniper fired. The bullet fired into a wild apple grove fifty meters to the east, splashing a bright red cloud of blood in the air.

The enemy appeared, and unlike the expected southeast, the enemy made a large detour to the north, but the false explosion of the timpani significantly accelerated the pace of movement of the special service members, causing the optical camouflage of poor satellite signal reception to reveal a messy patch of color.

Around the enemy hit by the Italians, Gu Tie also captured a few black-gray squares that were out of harmony with the environment, he twisted his body, held the gun with both hands, and the self-defense pistol spat out tongues of fire briskly, "Tutu Tu Tu Tu", and three short shots vibrated the muzzle. Although the accuracy and firepower density of this small gun cannot be compared with an assault rifle, Gu Tie, who has been playing with guns for many years, has not lost the feeling of shooting at medium distances.

He could clearly see that the first two bullets were flattened into the air like plasticine, apparently blocked by the ceramic armor in the optical camouflage, but the third bullet, which was far away from the impact point of the first two bullets, flew diagonally upward, shattering a piece of glass in the void. Bright red blood and transparent orifice spurted out, and he shot his enemy in the eye.

There was no return fire.

Bar was right, the enemy was not given the order to return fire.

The raid of "Shiva" was successful. GTC is in turmoil.

Their chance has come, the only one. A fleeting opportunity.

Gu Tie kept pulling the trigger. The blocks spread out in an orderly manner, and the Secret Service members alternately covered the retreat, "Aunt Sula!" Barr called for firepower as he opened fire.

The ADO-12 "Striker" fully automatic shotgun let out a deafening roar, and five steps away from Gu Tie, Aunt Sula stood in the grass like a statue of a god, spewing a hot torrent from her hands. The mixed 12-gauge tungsten alloy projectile and cluster arrow munitions were like giant scythes that cut through trees and human bodies, plowing deep trenches in the ground with rolling dirt.

The 25-round drum quickly emphasized, Aunt Sula dropped the shotgun between the bullet casings on the ground, and the MX-25 grenade gun in her right hand continued to fire, the high-tech weapon lost its target fire control unit in the EMP explosion, but Aunt Sula used the traditional fuse grenade to make a beautiful fire cover, and a grenade passed through the dense trees like an eye, triggering a detonation at a predetermined position, the fireball rose behind the enemy, and the wild apple grove became a scorching purgatory with shrapnel flying everywhere.

Smoke, flames, and dust caused the performance of the optical camouflage to deteriorate, and the bullets of Gu Tie, Barr, and Joe chased the blurred gray shadows.

Still no return fire. The brutal battle became a game of whack-a-mole, and Gu Tie felt very bored while knocking down the enemy.

"How long do you estimate GTC's reaction time?" said Barr, who reached him and shouted at the sound of gunfire.

Gu Tie changed to the last magazine, "Two minutes at most." ”

"Due north. Right now. Barr kept the fire under control, informing the team in bird language.

Gu Tie wiped out the bullets in the gun, turned around and left the bushes to leave the battle site, roughly estimating that there should be 10 to 12 people in the enemy, and it was determined that 7 to 8 people should be killed. Nice results.

He replayed the battle in his head, leaning over and moving quickly.

The gunfire thinned out, and one by one Shiva's members appeared around, the timpani carrying a huge rucksack, Jo dragging his injured leg, Aunt Sura carrying Professor Tariq's body, and Bal pulling Amber.

Unscathed, Barr's calculations were completely correct.

Gunshots rang out from time to time, and the standard three bursts were fired, Gu Tie turned his head to look at Barr inquiringly, "Confuse them for a while." The timpani replied for the leader.

The fallen leaves creaked under their feet, and several people quickly walked through the wetland forest, and the battle site was thrown farther and farther away.

"First of all, we have to escape, we must flee along the Pripyat River to the big cities in southern Belarus, such as Mozyr, we expected that they would expect this, so they should reverse the south and return to Ukraine, but they would expect that we would expect this, so we can't go south, or north, is that right?" Gu Tie muttered breathlessly.

"Chain of suspicion? No, I didn't think that much, I just chose a direction. They can only choose one direction, just like us. It's a matter of probability. Barr shrugged.

Gu Tie wiped his sweat, "Okay, I hope character will play a decisive role." ...... Do you feel like it's a little weirdly hot?"

Barr glanced back, staggered under his feet, Gu Tie wanted to reach out to hug him, but was waved away by the Indian, "If it's fatal, run forward quickly." ”

"What?" Gu Tie raised his eyebrows.

"It doesn't matter what GTC's mysterious weapon is...... It's right behind our ass. Barr shook off his long legs and ran as fast as he could.

Gu Tie looked back, and immediately lost his words, burying his head and running wildly.

At the top of the low slope where they had been ambushed was a pine tree of surprising height, which could now be seen slowly dwarfing like a hand from hell pulling it into the abyss, while a dark red flame as thick as blood spread across the deep green and bright yellow of the Pulski National Forest, silently engulfing the air, trees, dirt, and river.