This is not the first time Gu Tie has faced a dead end, and it can even be said that this is a relatively unexciting life-and-death juncture in his long career of fighting and playing, and the uneasy message conveyed by the seemingly calm gray eyes of Alexander, an official of the National Security Commission, is actually hiding fear, Gu Tie interprets it as a mechanical execution of "not figuring out what he wants to do".

He looked at Alexander's slightly trembling index finger on the trigger, and understood that this guy did not have the authorization to shoot him on the spot, but he was a little afraid of misfire, so he consciously knelt on the ground, hid his hands behind his back, and assumed a prisoner pose very cooperatively.

"What now?" Gu Tie asked.

"Shut up!" exclaimed Alexander. The man in black listened intently to the sound of the exchange of fire between the two sides. Ukrainian soldiers clearly have no experience in fighting optical camouflage, the gunfire of assault rifles is thinning out, and someone is moaning loudly.

"You won. Gu Tie pouted.

"I said shut up!" Alexander irritatedly poked the polymer mask with his pistol.

Gu Tie helplessly watched his fingers dance dangerously on the trigger.

He quickly switched to the Genesis network and found the nearest connected device—the tiny rain sensor next to the Chernobyl monument behind the two of them—that quickly overloaded the input voltage. The sensor emits a high-frequency electrical sound, followed by a crackling spark.

As a well-trained intelligence officer, Alexander only glanced at the sound from the corner of his eye, this small distraction was enough, Gu Tie's knees bounced up hard, his body rose and shrank back, his right arm slashed, and at the same time that his palm touched the pistol, Alexander fired, and the scorching bullet flew over Gu Tie's head.

Then Gu Tie rolled his left and right arms, and rolled the intelligence officer's right hand in it, the chemical protective suit that was swollen and swollen due to air tightness made Gu Tie unable to use force, but it was enough to twist off the enemy's fingers hanging on the trigger; Gu Tie shouted, lungeed and shook his feet, his right hand pierced out from the bottom of his elbow, and his backhand fist was nailed to Alexander's green stubble chin like a poisonous snake.

The gray eyes of the National Security Committee official immediately dilated, his body went limp, and his pistol fell to the ground.

At this time, there was a soft sound, like a flying insect, Alexander's forehead slammed into the ground with a small hole, the back of his head burst like a smashed watermelon, red and white flying flowers, his limbs twitched, and the intelligence officers of the National Security Committee pounced and fell.

Gu Tie yelled at the walkie-talkie in annoyance: "Italian ghost, you are sick!

“scusi。 Joe apologized briefly, but there was no guilt in his voice.

"I'm Major Dembling of the Far East Special Service Unit of the GTC's Counter-Terrorism Intelligence Division, and I ask you to lay down your arms immediately to avoid unnecessary casualties. A middle-aged man's voice came over a loudspeaker, in English.

Gu Tie saw an extra bullet hole on the wall not far away, and brick chips were splashing. "Idiot, don't shoot indiscriminately, they have a sonic phase transfer device, and they can't tell where they are. He scolded.

"You have to try. Joe's rapid gasps were clearly heard on the radio, and he was rapidly shifting firing positions.

"Major Demblin, I guess you're Polish. Gu Tie said loudly.

"Which IPU terrorist group do you belong to? We don't have your information in our voiceprint records. Major Denbling's voice came from the other direction.

"I am Chinese. Gu Tie replied cooperatively.

"Yellowskin, put down your guns and cooperate with us, or the GTC will add you to the terrorist list. ”

"I said you're Polish. You Poles have always had a little hatred for the Chinese nation, and God knows why, Auschwitz was not founded by us. Gu Tie pulled the bolts of the two pistols to check the loading, while teasing Major Dembling.

During the brief ceasefire, he used the cameras around him to build a three-dimensional model of the battlefield, the Ukrainian soldiers had been completely wiped out, and there should be three more GTC members, lurking under the cover of optical camouflage.

"Joe. He whispered to Shiva's sniper.

Joe knocked on the intercom on behalf of the received.

"Thirty seconds later, I marked the enemy's location, and you took out the two on the north side of the Chernobyl monument. Gu Tie said.

"Major Dembling," he shouted, "Ukraine is an anti-GTC country, and you have committed felonies of smuggling, illegal carrying of firearms, endangering social security, murder and trampling on lawns." ”

"Counter-terrorism is a war, obsessed with the Chinese Yankees. Major Dembling replied.

"Mr. Sergei must not want you to make a big fuss, otherwise there is no way to explain to Dr. Mark Thompson. Gu Tie threw out two sensitive names in a row. Sure enough, Major Dembling did not answer.

At this time, Gu Tie suddenly activated the sixteen fire sprinklers on the south side of the "Ark", and the water dragon to prevent fire and radiation leakage shot high into the sky, turning into an overwhelming torrential rain.

The principle of GTC optical camouflage is very simple, as early as half a century ago, scientists have developed a high-performance model, a one-piece jacket composed of Teflon and optical fiber synthetic materials through the collection of light incidence information, after complex calculations, on the surface of the coat to present a transmission mimicry. The only obstacle to mass production is the sheer amount of computation that only a supercomputer can achieve.

After the birth of "Genesis", a huge amount of data exchange was carried out with quantum computers through quantum links, making single-person optical camouflage a practical product, and the defect was to ensure data security, and the data link was established through communication satellites, so the signal was relatively poor in indoor, elevated and other environments.

Of course, there is another drawback, in complex meteorological conditions, the surface of the optical camouflage adheres to water droplets, snow, and dust, resulting in a recognizable humanoid silhouette. As now, the silhouette lurking in the heavy precipitation is clearly marked.

The GTC special service team obviously has rich experience in counter-reconnaissance, and immediately launched tactical evasion actions, and the faint figure composed of flowing water curves in the hazy mist could not help but distort.

"Boom!" The sniper bullet accurately hit one of the enemy's torso, the figure was knocked to the ground by the impact, and the second enemy immediately launched fire suppression in the direction of incidence, and the submachine gun suddenly spat out tongues of fire, but he obviously couldn't get enough information from the tactical computer screen inside the helmet, and Joe fired a second time, blowing off his helmet, along with half of his skull.

"Joe, he's not dead!" The GTC soldier who was hit in the body squirmed in the camera, and Gu Tie warned the sniper while searching for the traces of the enemy he was responsible for. According to the movement trajectory, the enemy who should be on the south side of the monument is missing, Gu Tie rotates the three-dimensional model, trying his best to find clues.

"Damn! Joe, the boss is behind the corpse!" A small muzzle flame bloomed on the northwest side of the monument, between the bodies of the three fallen Ukrainian soldiers.

Gu Tie quickly switched the camera and saw the sniper lurking behind a wall sitting on the ground, struggling to move his bleeding thighs.

Gu Tie didn't know when this enemy had moved there, he patted his head in remorse, turned around and rushed out to cover his hands and shoot. Kruger's self-defense pistol jumped violently, scattering a 40-centimeter impact point at a distance of 30 meters, and the corpses of Ukrainian soldiers were sprayed with blood and flowed into the grass with the rain.

The enemy fired back, and the fire of the submachine gun drove Gu Tie back behind the statue like a swarm of annoying bees, and stone chips flew everywhere. With a bang, the polymer mask of the chemical protection suit was shattered by a stray bullet, and Gu Tie's nose could feel the burning heat of the bullet.

"Fifteen...... Thirty...... Forty-five...... What kind of submachine gun is this, the drum capacity is so large. Gu Tie leaned against the statue, simply ripped off the torn helmet, and spat out a mouthful of water.

He exited the Kruger pistol magazine, quickly reloaded, pulled the bolt, and suddenly found that the 3D model was missing several facets: he lost control of several cameras. The GTC agent shot and smashed the cameras around him.

"Damn!" Gu Tie cursed, "Joe, are you still alive?" he called Shiva's sniper.

"For the time being. The Italian replied.

"For the time being, your uncle, hide better. Gu Tie scolded.

The other party's firepower suddenly became fierce, and Gu Tie covered his head, feeling the marble fragments of the Chernobyl Memorial Statue flying sideways around. It must have been the soldier who had been shot in the chest who had regained his combat effectiveness. Gu Tie leaned out between the fires and fired back, and a string of hot bullets grazed his neck, shattering the satellite receiver stuck in the multi-purpose base on his shoulder into pieces.

The virtual vision in Gu Tie's mind suddenly darkened, and the connection with the "Genesis" was interrupted, as if he had fallen from a clear afternoon into a starless and moonless night. "Rely on his grandmother!Joe, how far are you from the entrance of the 'Ark'?" Gu Tie retracted and roared.

"It's close, about thirty-five meters. Joe paused and replied.

"Very well, listen, the tactic is this: I'll drag them a bit, and then we'll run for the entrance. Gu Tie wiped the water from his face.

“...... You call this 'tactical'?" said the Italian, a little weakly.

Gu Tie ignored him, threw away the Kruger self-defense pistol, removed the compressed air canister from the back of the chemical protective suit with his backhand, threw it in the direction of the enemy with all his might, and then slammed out of the bunker, holding the M1911 in both hands and shooting at the air canister.

The bullets of the submachine gun flew by screaming, "Ah!" Gu Tie poured all the strength of his body into the pistol that was old enough to be his grandfather, and shot continuously, his luck was not bad, a certain bullet hit the cylinder accurately, and there was a loud "boom", and a spherical shock wave bloomed in the rain curtain, and the ground was trembling.

"Run!" Gu Tie shouted at the intercom, and rushed towards the "ark".

In three seconds, five seconds, and ten seconds, Gu Tie ran from the memorial statue to the only entrance and exit on the south side of the "Ark", as if it took a century. A sniper in a camouflage combat uniform dragged his injured leg from another direction, Gu Tie stepped on the ground with the soles of his feet, shot out with an arrow, and rolled into the gate with Qiao's arm. The submachine gun bullet bit their heels only one step later, shooting a string of dazzling sparks at the steel-hydraulic door.

Gu Tie bounced up on the concrete floor, pounced on the door and pressed the red button to close the door, the hydraulic door slowly closed silently, and a bullet penetrated through the gradually narrowing gap, clanged and catapulted on the stainless steel wall, and finally smashed on the ground.

Gu Tiechong slammed the control button until the rudimentary control panel was riddled with bullet holes and sparks erupted.

When Barr entered, he left the magnetic card that opened the door outside. He explained to Joe, who was sitting on the ground.

"Br**o! Now we're locked up in tin cans. Joe squeezed out a slightly sarcastic smile feebly.

Gu Tie threw away his pistol and sat down, gasping: "The 4 million cubic meter size of the tin can, it is well described. ”