Thirty meters away from the conference room where Belenko was located, several members of the ghost's right hand were nervously exchanging information: "How many can confirm their identities?...... There are already more than twenty of them, and my God, twenty sons of God......"

"The fourth team has lost contact, proving that Room B3 has been captured by the enemy. ”

"Is the leader of the fourth squad the former senior instructor of the Philippine SWAT? He didn't have time to report the enemy's information, and his death was worthless!"

"Have you found the Chosen One?"

"Not yet, but Mr. Worthington has planted a 'seed' in him, and as soon as the seed sprouts, he will be in his place. ”

"Where is the Worthington Alpha Gold Mine now?"

"To the northeast, near the central control room, trying to restore the power supply, he also encountered the enemy, but for the time being, he can control the scene. ”

The young Arab in a black suit frowned deeply, his arms were broken at elbows, and his right arm was fitted with a mechanical prosthetic leg made of Black Olive Branch, and the fingers of the prosthetic leg were flexing and stretching flexibly, showing the owner's irritable state of mind. Someone beside him asked, "Mr. Nasser, what shall we do? The chosen one is not knowing where he is, and the enemy is closing in on him, will he fight or flee?"

"How many people are there?" Maury Nasser looked around, a dozen ghostly soldiers guarding each other's exits from the room, a long-dusted pantry, tables covered in dust, and a few glow sticks providing limited illumination. A total of 240 members were sent to the Central African battlefield by the Ghost's right hand, two-thirds of whom were highly trained combat-trained operatives, and when the Central African Irregular Army evacuated the underground bunker, the Ghost's technicians finally discovered that the image on the screen was false, and the chosen ones they were responsible for protecting were missing, which shocked and angered the five "Alphas".

The caste system of the ghosts determines a strict relationship between superiors and subordinates, and only five of the two hundred and forty alpha castes are the natural leaders, and the five people immediately decided to break up the formation and divide into five squads to conduct a comprehensive search of the bunker, Maury Nasser led one of the teams along the circular corridor to the northwest to investigate, at this time the power supply was completely cut off, the communication with the outside world was cut off, and a few seconds later, the fierce attack cut the team in two like a knife, screaming miserably, blood splashed, and the blind return fire shone like fireworks, Nasser failed to see the appearance of the enemy, and dozens of fighters fell to the ground and lost their lives。 He retreated to the pantry with some of the surviving team members, just able to catch his breath.

The radio signal was severely disrupted, and the news of more than twenty children of the gods appearing in the bunker was intermittently disrupted, which made Nasser despair. He himself is a creature of Lucifer, the Son of God who has mastered the power of air bombs, and no one understands the horrors of the Son of God better than him. He had secretly joined the Ghost Order two years earlier, and the Templar Thorn Cross's puritanical precepts were too much for the ambitious Nasser to bear, and by chance, the listener conveyed a mystical metaphor to him, and overnight he was transformed from a Brotherhood believer into a noble Alpha Ghost. On the battlefield of Tokyo, he assassinated "The Tycoon" Juan Morerado and exposed his identity at the same time, having been deprived of the abilities of the Son of God by the Bell-ringer's genetic virus, and had to sacrifice his arms to save his life. After returning to the Ghost Headquarters, he was officially elevated from Alpha to Alpha and became a noble leader.

It took so much to get to where it is today, and Nasser didn't want it to end here. "How many?" he asked, raising his voice again.

"There were twenty people in the room. The middle-aged man leaning against the opposite cupboard replied, clutching his abdomen and gasping. Nasser was relieved to see that the Izugi-Beta-Silver Mine had survived, this powerful agent of the Japanese Cabinet Intelligence Investigation Office was a reliable ghost, and his presence would undoubtedly make people feel much more at ease. "Izuki, you're hurt?"

"It's just a scrape. Izuki Iketaro replied through gritted teeth.

"Who's the most synchronized of all now?" asked Nasser with a nod.

All eyes were on one person at the same time. Izuki replied, "It's him, Sam-Beta minus Silver." Although his caste is low, the rate of synchronicity increases at an astonishing rate, one of the highest in the entire silver mine. The listener values him very much. ”

Nasser turned his head to look at the American huddled in the corner with a revolver and Ray-Ban sunglasses in the dark, "Sam." What's your sync rate?"

Sam Williams spat out the gum in his mouth: "5.6. How?"

"Reach out to the listener right away. The Arab youth ordered, interrupting the Americans' complaints: "Sam, I know this is the worst space and time, but we must get in touch with the listener immediately, the Brotherhood has sent such a powerful force to prove that they have locked all possibilities on this chosen one, this is the signal of the beginning of a total war!

Sam's face flickered with gloom, and he suddenly shook his hand and inserted the revolver back into the holster, sat in the corner and closed his eyes: "Okay, okay, I'll start meditating, I've finally earned some hard-earned money, I don't want to die in this dark place...... Give me ten minutes. ”

"Three minutes. "Maury-Nasser suddenly slammed his fist into the wall, and a flexible cyst in the metal grid at the end of the prosthetic rupture, releasing 1 unit of concussive spores, these nano-scale oscillating spores composed of forty-eight butylmethyl sulfide molecules are capable of using the charge carried by the spin to produce a space oscillation for 0.5 seconds, and the molecular-level oscillation is capable of shattering the molecular bonds of organic and inorganic matter, crushing most known substances into a low-molecular state. This dangerous technology is a test product of the Black Olive Branch, and if not properly controlled, the concussion spores will turn around and turn the weapon's owner into a cloud of dust. However, in the eyes of Nasser, who has lost the power of the Son of God, there is no more suitable weapon than this, the gun is as ridiculous as a toy in front of the Son of God, and only the strongest fist can obliterate the xenomorph!

The metal fist pierced through the wall like tofu and sank into the chest of a Brotherhood soldier outside. As 0.5 seconds passed, the power of the concussive spore ran out, and the prosthetic limb stopped in the enemy's chest, and through the hollow in the wall, Nasser could see the other's uncanny eyes. "Just a pawn, routine search, don't panic. The Arab's right arm tugged hard, a thumping heart was torn from the bloody chest, Nasser gently struck the coronary artery with his thumb, blood shot into the air like a fountain, and the enemy outside slid limply against the wall.

"Those people will smell the smell of blood. Izuki Iketaro reminded.

"Scattered to both sides, the corridor outside is long, there is enough space for fire suppression, this terrain does not suffer from us. Nasser tossed the heart away and wiped the blood from the prosthetic on the wall, "if someone had set up a detonating trap according to the drill code." ”

"Yes, Mr. Nasser. Someone immediately answered, "There are traps all over the passage, I believe ......"

"Poof!"

Before the soldier could finish his sentence, his skull suddenly exploded like a ripe tomato, blood and brains splattered all over the room, "Plop!" The headless body fell heavily, and the faces of every bystander were filled with shock. No one could see where the attack was coming from, the dead soldier stood against the wall, behind him was a thick reinforced concrete load-bearing wall, the wall was not scarred, the two doors of the pantry were tightly closed, except for the small hole that Nasser had just made, it was a flawless chamber.

"Hell, extinguish the glowsticks!" shouted Maury Nasser. The soldiers grabbed the glow sticks and pulled out the emergency valve, the green fluorescence disappeared, the room returned to darkness, the sound of a dozen people breathing and the rubbing of clothes could be heard clearly, and people were slowly moving, changing their positions to prevent sniping.

"Poof!" another muffled sound was heard, and Nasser felt the warm liquid splash onto his face, and he reached out to touch it, and a small piece of hard skull was added to his fingertips. “...... I see, it's Petros, the 'Skull Crusher'! Everyone is prostrate down, and the position of the head should not be higher than 1.5 meters!" He immediately threw himself to the ground and gave a loud command, "Illuminate here! The enemy does not rely on vision to lock on to us!"

Several glowsticks were thrown, and the room lit up, and the members of the ghost were lying on the ground, two corpses lying to the side, blood gushing from their necks. "Where did the enemy attack us?" asked Izuki Iketaro as he prostrated closer to Nasser and whispered.

"Even among the knights of the Templar Cross of Thorns, their abilities are relatively secret. The Arab replied, "Petrosé is a high-ranking knight of the Crusaders, a mad murderer, and I only know that he likes to break human heads, and the conditions for his ability to activate are relatively high." Give me a little time and I'll find out how his abilities work...... He is not far from here, no more than ten meters away. ”

"Ten meters, why didn't the detonating trap be triggered?"

"It means that he did not enter the passage. Even through several layers of walls, he can lock onto enemies and attack. Nasser said in a cold sweat.

At this time, a soldier propped himself up slightly, trying to reach out to make sure the door was locked, and as soon as he lifted his upper body, his head exploded into a puddle of blood, "Hell, don't get up! One meter, no more than one meter!" Nasser roared, his expression suddenly frozen, and he slowly turned his head to look back at the man in the corner.

Sam was sitting there meditating, and he was an important medium to connect with the listener. It could also be the next person to be targeted by the 'Skull Crusher'.