When Paul came out of the palace, Phillips was anxiously preparing to bring someone in to find him.

"Don't bother, I'm already out."

Paul whistled down the steps, and his leisurely appearance, his slow steps, made Phillips very unhappy.

However, looking at the watch, there are still a full 17 minutes before the portal closes.

If Paul had killed all the Germans, there would have been enough time left for the troops to get back to the airfield.

Before Phillips could speak, Mick had already come to Paul.

"How? How many did you kill? ”

"Thirteen." Paul said truthfully.

Walter, and the twelve German troops who followed him.

Needless to say, the Indiana Jones trio were still dizzy anyway, and when they woke up, the troops had retreated and the portal had disappeared.

Oh no, they might run into someone...

But that's okay.

"That's right!!" Mick clapped his hands, "The 13 people you killed, plus the 90 people I commanded the troops to kill outside, a total of exactly 103 people." ”

"Wow~~~~ Sir is so hard." Paul grinned.

"Don't say that, you're also very good, don't worry, I will definitely suggest to the staff when I go back..."

"That's it!" Phillips said in disgust, "Go back, the portal is still 16 minutes away." ”

"What's the hurry?" Mick dissatisfied, "This is the first time in the history of the United States to fight across time and space, shouldn't we take pictures... I mean, shouldn't we take more photos for evidence? ”

"No, Howard. Stark has a full supply of instruments at the other end of the portal, all in operation. ”

"Well... Okay, let the troops go back first, but I, as the Supreme Commander, must be the last to leave the battlefield. ”

Mick means that he himself is going to stay, as the last hero to leave the battlefield, and take a few personal photos before leaving.

Before and after the war, you have to take pictures, that is, you are not there during the battle, which is Mick's passive skill.

Although the photographs are unlikely to be made public in the short term, they can be placed in the archives of the Intelligence Agency and on the president's desk.

And one day, this matter will be made public, and the world will know:

Mick. Arthur was the first man to conquer another world.

Phillips, of course, knew what Mick was thinking, but he didn't bother to pay attention to him, and ordered the troops to leave.

No one was killed in this battle, two people were wounded, one was shot in the lower leg, and one person tripped over a stone and hit his nose.

Such a result was achieved thanks to Mr. X's provision of information on the number and equipment of the German army.

That's the power of intelligence.

With 5 minutes left before the portal closed, all the Mi troops crossed the portal and returned to the 107 military airfield.

Except for Mick.

His photographer also returned to the portal in order to capture Mick and the palace behind him.

Mick is still taking pictures, this pose, that pose, one by one.

On the portal side, not to mention Phillips, the entire battalion of soldiers couldn't stand it, but because Mick was the commander, he dared not speak out.

Even if they go back and talk nonsense, it's useless, Mick's family controls the propaganda machine of Mick, and Mick's negative news can't spread at all.

"I said, almost." Phillips said in annoyance, "If you don't come back, you'll be trapped in another world as soon as the portal closes." ”

It's okay if Phillips doesn't say it, but when he says it, Mick is even more energetic.

"I want to take a few more shots, there's still a lot of time, what are you in a hurry."

Paul also smiled and said, "That's it, the commander commanded such a successful battle, how can he leave a few more photos." ”

After that, he took the camera from the photographer's hand, "Sir, I'll take a picture for you." ”

"Great!"

Mick immediately changed his position, his legs slightly apart, his short whip in his hand, and the corners of his mouth turned down.

Exactly the standard conqueror stance.

"Paul, after this is done, you can come and take a picture with me..."

"Okay."

'Click! ’

At the moment when Paul pressed the shutter.

'Whoosh!! ’

There is a portal with a duration of 7 minutes...

Gone!!

The place where Mick was standing just now turned back into the runway.

And Mick... It's gone.

It can be imagined that at this time, he was standing on the ground of the world of "Raiders of the Lost Ark", looking at the place where the portal disappeared, and the smile on his face gradually turned into confusion.

On this side, Phillips was also confused.

The photographer was also confused.

The entire battalion of Mi troops was also stunned.

Paul also feigned bewilderment.

Phillips looked at Paul: "What's going on?" ”

"How do I know?" Paul tried to make his confused expression as realistic as possible, "Didn't Mr. X say that the portal lasts 30 minutes?" ”

"That's right." Phillips looked at his watch, "It's seven minutes left." ”

Indeed it is.

Paul though could not extend the duration of the portal.

But!

He can close ~~~~ early

"Could it be that the information is wrong?" Paul continued to pretend.

"No, Mr. X never missed." Phillips shouted in the direction of the barracks, "Howard!! ”

"Here we are."

Howard came out of the barracks with a pile of test charts, his brow furrowed.

He had never been so confused in his life.

As soon as he walked up to Phillips and Paul, he said, "Don't ask me, I don't know anything." ”

"Don't know anything? What do you mean? ”

"It means that from the appearance of the portal to its disappearance, my meter has not detected any abnormalities, whether it is gravity, magnetic field, or radiation, as if the portal never existed, I have been a genius all my life, and today is the first time that I feel that so many years have been in vain."

"Damn, I don't know anything, so why am I looking for you?"

"Hmm... I'm afraid you're looking for the wrong person. ”

"Who should I go to?"

"Priests, witches, gypsies... Maybe they can see something better than I do. Howard scratched his head and said dejectedly, "This portal is completely beyond my knowledge. ”

"Hey, hey, hey, you try to open the portal anyway, our esteemed Supreme Commander is trapped over there."

"It's hard for you to be strong, I said, maybe you have more hope of finding someone who can be psychic."

"Well, let me ask." Paul, who had not spoken, opened his mouth.

"Do you have a way?"

"There's no way... But... Mick is imprisoned in another world... Why are you in such a hurry? ”

Phillips and Howard looked at each other.

Oh yes...

The two of them are working on the S.S.R. project, and Mick is the biggest obstacle to the project.

But now, Mick is locked up in another world.

Moreover, he died of his own accord...

There was an entire battalion of soldiers as eyewitnesses to this.

"That's... What's next? ”

"What should I do?"

Paul snuck his foot at the chalice in the inner pocket of his clothes.

Lao Tzu has just shortened his life for ten years, and he has to hurry home and drink a glass of water to suppress the shock.

~~~~~~~~~

Some people may think that Mick's photo of generals is absurd, but in fact, in the entire history of World War I and World War II, generals like him are not absent, but very, very many.

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