After christ tossed the stall to Nirvana, he quickly returned to the brood with his teammates, and the next step was to hurry up and write a report.

There are actually no restrictions on writing a report, that is, the three of them have to collude in advance...... Good communication.

In fact, everything that happened during the mission was recorded by the personal terminal that the little raccoon carried with him, as long as it was in line with the difference.

Chris was the last to step into the brood, and there were only three of them in the elevator that descended.

The three of them looked at each other and began to shake their hands in tacit understanding, and then the three of them slowly stretched out a fist.

The tripartite's fists dangled in the air, and then a Eater of Souls crawled out of the ground, blocking the trio's view from the fist.

Jill smiled and said, "Are you ready?" ”

Hank and Chris nodded their heads, and the Eater of Souls lifted into the air, leaving behind rock-paper-scissors stretched out by each of the three of them.

Jill and Hank high-fived excitedly as they stretched out the cloth, only Chris still clenched into a fist. That meant Chris lost the game.

The elevator door opened, and Jill patted Chris's shoulder with satisfaction and said, "It's up to you!" ”

How to collude in the report, naturally one person writes it, and the rest of the people just copy it.

Chris, who unfortunately lost the game, needs to issue a proper report to the two of them.

The winners and losers went in very different directions after the elevator doors opened, and Chris shook his head helplessly, reached out and took out a cigar and put it in his mouth.

He didn't order it, he just took it in his mouth. looked at the backs of the two of them, and whispered: "Tsk, you have to see if anyone has finished writing your homework......"

Humming a song, Chris prepares to go back to his office and sneak up on a good night's sleep.

Walking deeper into the brood, in his office, Chris spotted an uninvited guest.

Tall and burly like a brown bear, but as nimble as a squirrel, he stepped briskly on the corner of his desk, his arm swept across the bookshelf in Chris's office, and he rolled down a bottle of fine wine.

"I knew ......"

"Know what? It's in the brood, believe it or not, if I whistle, thirty tyrants will come and hammer you into patties! ”

Standing in the doorway, Chris warned the uninvited guests, finally lit his cigar and took a deep breath.

The uninvited guest was stunned, and slowly turned around, revealing a capable pot lid.

Soap, or McTavish asked, confusedly, "I saw Ling's whereabouts, aren't you dealing with Resident Evil?" ”

Chris pulled out another cigar and tossed it over, pulled over a chair, lay down with a big grin, and rested his feet on the table.

Chris said: "I didn't expect it to be a foil, so I came back early." But you came to the brood, why did 141 have another transformation operation? ”

Soap expertly took out two glasses from under his desk, placed them in front of him, unceremoniously uncorked the wine, and poured himself a full glass.

Seeing the wine in the bottle poured like this, Chris quickly withdrew his legs, trying to reach out and grab the wine glass in Soap's hand.

However, both of them were super soldiers, and Soap drank the liquor from the glass in one go, slammed his mouth in satisfaction, and reached for the bottle, ready to fill himself with another glass.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Chris hurriedly snatched the wine bottle and said distressedly: "This is a treasure sent by Asgard!" Millennial cellars, it is said that even the barrels were made from the wreckage of the Glen Hale fleet! ”

"This is the wine that even the Asgardians would get drunk on, and they drink it by the drop, can't you just take a look at the danger sign on it!"

Seeing that the consciousness of the soap began to be confused, he didn't care about feeling sorry for his wine, so he grabbed the soap and walked out.

"It's a good thing to be in the brood, otherwise you'd really be dead! MD, when you wake up, you'll have to pay me a bottle! ”

Complaining about the soap in his mouth, Chris still called Marven outside, who was sluggish, to prepare medical equipment.

"Don't ......"

Soap stopped Chris with the last of his consciousness before he got drunk, and said vaguely, "Watch me perform a magic trick for you!" ”

The skeptical Chris let go of the soap, also as a super soldier, all the transformations of Task Force 141 were done in the brood, so Chris knew what was going on with Task Force 141.

These guys, who have made orbital parachutes their daily training, surpass all the world's recorded classes.

In addition to the fact that the combat power at the top is not as high as that of the Director, the members of Task Force 141 not only possess extreme survivability including the cosmic vacuum environment, but also their requisite triple armor protection, these guys can suppress the all-out battle of the ordinary world in one squad.

If you exclude the little raccoon's biochemical combat ability, I'm afraid Chris will have to think that he is no match for these guys.

The rickety soap barely stood on his feet and pulled a pistol from his waist, which Chris recognized as the weapon of each of Task Force 141.

The pistol has a stable structure and a built-in gravity turbine generator, which can be fully charged as long as the user can walk, and when the gun is fired, the capacitor compresses four kilowatts of Yajin energy into hardened plasma.

Made of high-strength heat dissipation alloy, it has almost unlimited firing capacity, so you don't have to worry about overheating or loss of accuracy, and the capacitor can also be modified to a larger capacity to deliver powerful hits.

It can be said that this weapon is the last self-defense firearm of Task Force 141, and it is also a weapon that must be guaranteed not to be lost.

The soap-held thumb nudges the side of the gun, changing the firearm pattern, and the pistol begins to recharge, and the blue hardened plasma accumulates.

Chris sensed that something was wrong at this time, and that he shouldn't trust a drunk who had lost control.

Dodging the direction of the gun, Chris prepares to make a move, forcibly sobering Soap up.

However, the muzzle of the gun in Soap's hand turned around, and the moment Chris dodged the muzzle, he aimed the muzzle at his head.

The heavy hardened plasma was pushed out of the muzzle and exploded right on Soap's head.

“F**K！”

Chris was taken aback, anyone who saw an acquaintance being shot in the head at such a close distance, or being shot in the head by himself, couldn't help but explode.

As a modified supersoldier, Chris was observant enough that he even saw the hardened plasma burrow through one of Soap's eyes and burst open on the sphenoid bone.

The implosion plasma lit up Soap's brain, and even blew out the other eye.

It's hopeless......

This was Chris's judgment at the time, if it was hit on the forehead, perhaps with the hardest bones in the human body and the transformation of Task Force 141 that absorbed the adamantite powder.

But this is from the eye, and the brain is blown out, how can I save it?

Chris couldn't help but take a deep breath and didn't spit it out until the cigar burned to his lips.

"Man, I thought our fate was to die a heroic death on the battlefield, but I didn't expect you to die so dramatically."

Chris reached out to help Soap's body, he didn't worry about being responsible, the brood was monitored everywhere, and anyone could see why.

It's just that dying so hastily made Chris inevitably begin to grieve.

Placing his hand on the soapy body, Chris couldn't pull it up for a moment. Modified super-soldiers weigh hundreds of kilograms, and elites like soap weigh even more.

Chris placed one of Soap's hands on his shoulder, then reversed his body, ready to carry it.

Suddenly!

Soap's hand tightly wrapped around Chris's neck, his eyes widened angrily, and he shouted at Chris:

“surprise！”

(End of chapter)