After being proud, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

The sniper disappeared without a trace, and a bunch of ordinary people were filmed as cannon fodder.

Want to run? There are no doors.

"Norma, triple the surveillance area."

Ye Sheng ordered.

The scaled down picture appears on the screen, but under the "eye of the sky", there is no trace of the other party.

"Are you still in the villa?"

He doubted his previous judgment.

No, if the other side released the thug with the intention of delaying time, then it should be released after he has launched a general attack.

The group must have run away.

But why can't satellites capture them?

Ye Sheng fell into thought.

It is a possibility to go down the tunnel, but the probability is about equal to zero.

The soil in this area is very soft, and if you want to build a long tunnel, you need to strengthen it with building materials.

With the monitoring range of satellites, the energy and time required to build such a long tunnel would be astronomical.

It occurred to him that the spirit of that Vanilla Richie seemed to block out the filming of electronic devices.

Don't

"I'm Ye Sheng, the target of the snake hunting operation used words that can block satellite surveillance, and I asked to send a helicopter to support the search."

He immediately sent an application to headquarters.

Ye Sheng's reaction was not unpleasant, but it was still too late.

Chicago is more than 400 kilometers from Detroit, and it was already two hours after the helicopter flew over.

Malaya stared coldly at the helicopter flying overhead, her fingers leaping.

"Don't be impulsive, Malaya, the doctor's safety is paramount."

The man in the middle reminded again.

"Don't always remind me, Daniel, I know measure."

Malaya said with some dissatisfaction.

Daniel made a gesture of surrender and lifted the stubble.

"Doctor, how much longer can he hold out?"

He changed the subject.

"About seven hours."

The old man who followed them said.

He was extremely ugly in appearance, very short in stature, with two eyebrows that were about to fall to the ground, and two long and thin beards, which looked very obscene.

But the two of them would not despise him because of this, this old man's status in the organization is very high, second only to the boss himself and those elders.

And his research is also one of the keys to the "world" organization becoming the ruler of the new era.

"That's enough."

Daniel looked at the hollow-eyed Vanilla Richie and nodded.

Although this guy's words and spirit are very useful, in order to protect the doctor and the smooth evacuation of the data, he can only be sacrificed.

After forcibly elevating Vanira's bloodline with a genetic potion bought on the black market, his spirit has evolved to the point where he can become invisible.

Coupled with the Spirit of Words and the Demon of Domination, Vanilla will remain in the state of using the Spirit of Words until the effect of the medicine ends.

At that time, there was a high probability of genetic collapse waiting for him, and a small probability of becoming Deadpool.

Fortunately, he has squeezed at least 80% of the value from him, and the remaining 20% is not needed.

The reason why Daniel can win every gamble is precisely because he knows how to take what he sees.

The only time he was too greedy was when he met the boss, and he was captured by the boss's charm and became a member of the organization.

"By the way, Doctor, are all the materials destroyed?"

Daniel asked, a little worried.

Because the situation was not in their favor, the retreat took five minutes earlier than originally planned.

"It's basically destroyed, and only some of the firmware residues remain. But don't worry, even the best hackers won't want to restore the data inside. Also, I left an insurance policy. ”

The doctor said confidently.

"I hope so."

Daniel sighed.

He didn't understand experiments or computers, so he could only choose to believe it.

Looking at the helicopter fading away, Daniel clenched his fists.

Maraya was not the only one who wanted to kill the lackeys of the secret party, and his heart was also full of hatred.

It was because of the pursuit of the secret party that he was forced to flee to Egypt.

"Wait, Secret, your good days are not long."

Daniel said hatefully.

And on the villa side, the battle has gradually come to an end.

Although the trainees did not carry machine guns, submachine guns and other battlefield murderous spirits, the PPK pistols were enough to kill these thugs on their backs.

Explosive guns were also not used in the fifth month, and shooting these ordinary people who did not even have body armor could not test anything.

"Group F, you guys go to the villa and search. Group C transferred the blast shield to Group F. ”

Ye Sheng's voice sounded again.

"Huh? Oh. ”

She was stunned for a moment before she realized that she was Group F.

Himmler nodded at her, and the two joined up with Group C to pick up the blast shield and rush into the villa.

The building was empty, and nothing was found.

"There should be a secret room."

Himmler reminded.

"Of course I know, but what's the problem?"

May said angrily.

Himmler didn't speak, just began to look around.

She was a little speechless, but she could only follow along.

"Huh? What is it? ”

After searching for a while, Maymoon suddenly found a black fragment on the ground, which looked like some kind of electronic device.

"Did you hear anything?"

Himmler suddenly came over.

"What sound?"

She ducked to the side in disgust.

"The sound of a swinging clock."

He listened intently and said.

"This is not a bell tower, where is the clock swinging. Besides, in the TV series, there are bombs! ”

Maymoon exclaimed.

The name of the man, the shadow of the tree, and the Crimson Star Warband are still very prestigious in Kassel.

And the performance before the fifth month was quite good, so Himmler immediately believed her words, and opened the spirit of speech inadvertently.

At the same time, he grabbed Fifth Moon and lay down on the blast shield.

The firelight, several times more violent than the bazooka explosion just now, erupted from the ground, and the entire villa was blown into the sky.

Among the countless building debris, two figures stand out.

Maymoon and Himmler were blown away by a huge shock wave, and riding the blast shield was like playing wingsuit flying for extreme sports enthusiasts.

However, their gameplay is much more extreme than extreme sports.

In the amazed eyes of everyone, the two finally landed.

The shock force of the impact became the straw that broke the camel's back, and they passed out together.

"It has been reported that their internal organs have been impacted and their bodies have been fractured in multiple places, but they are not life-threatening for the time being."

A student who had taken a medical minor rushed over and reported to them after a medical examination.

"Whew, that's good."

Ye Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.

The battle group is just a few people, and if one is going to die, he really doesn't know how to explain to Lu Mingfei.

It's not that he's afraid that Lu Mingfei will trouble him, there is nothing to say about normal mission casualties, it's a big deal that he will lose his life.

The main reason is that Ye Sheng himself also owes Lu Mingfei a favor, he knows that if it weren't for the Crimson Star War Group joining the Kuimen Project, he and Jiu De Aki would have to die under the Yangtze River.

And if it weren't for the reminder of the fifth month of this mission, half of the students who participated would have died.

"Group D took the wounded trainees to the hospital by helicopter, and the others wiped out the remnants of the enemy and cleaned up the battlefield."

Ye Sheng ordered.

"Yes."

The little lions replied with a bang.

On the helicopter, Mayyue's right fist was clenched tightly, and he never let go even if he was unconscious.

(End of chapter)