If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 906 Minor Injury
In the agent training of the Soviet secret police organization "KGB", the word "distance" is always emphasized in the training of field personnel. Whether it is assassination, tracking, or fighting, the word "distance" is always the word that every agent needs. The most important skill to master.

In the arena with an area of ​​4.9 to 6.1 meters square inside the rope, boxers control a term called "tension distance". In short, it is the distance that the opponent can attack you with one step forward. Attacking him, knocking him down is just a moment of thunder piercing out of his arm like a bayonet.

And the KGB agents also have their "tight distance", which is the intuition developed in actual combat again and again. This is the "red line" belonging to the agents. Once they enter this range, any target is for them. It is said that they all have the certainty of killing with one blow.

Those who are familiar with Andre in the KGB know that his "tension distance" is five meters, which is a rather exaggerated distance, because it means that any individual who comes within five meters of Andre will be killed instantly risk, without exception.

But today, Andre encountered an exception.

The moment the girl moved, he felt that the other party opened up a field. It felt like spider silk was blown onto the face by the wind. It was sticky. He also chanted his own field subconsciously, but just before In an instant, his pupils shrank like the eyes of a needle.

The girl disappeared.

Teleport?Stealth?
Andre suddenly raised his head and quickly turned his eyeballs up and down to find the figure, but suddenly he felt a tingling sensation somewhere on his body. Throat!

A red line appeared on the throat of the tall man. He immediately raised his hand to cover his neck, but blood still gushed out from between his fingers.

No, it's speed, extreme, shockingly incomprehensible extreme speed!
When Andre understood this, the mysterious domain covering the large coniferous forest had dissipated.

Under the coniferous tree not far behind him, the little girl was holding a bone dagger in her hand, a trace of blood was sticking to the edge of the bone dagger, heat was rising from her whole body, and the black scales were swallowing greedily like life icy air.

For users of the "time zero" language, the so-called tense distance and safe distance have no meaning at all.

There is only one distance in the controlling eyes of 'time zero'.

Kill distance.

The girl looked at Andre not far away without saying a word, clutching his throat and knelt down on the ground. The knife she just cut almost half of the opponent's neck, from the vocal cords, throat chamber to the neck bone, for tens of seconds The internal blood will be choked into the lungs with the breath.

Andre's back twitched twice, and the opened field closed quietly.

Ten years, maybe even longer, the KGB ace agent, a man who was born to death, lingering in various traps and heavy firearms, finally died in the hands of an eleven or twelve-year-old girl. This kind of thing will probably make people laugh. .But this is the fact, and this is the power that the Red Empire of the Soviet Union dreamed of, the hope they relied on for a comeback.

The little girl watched the back of Andre lying on the ground clutching her throat and walked over. Snowflakes fell from the conifer tree above her head and landed on the back of the man's military uniform. She raised the bone dagger in her hand and pointed it at the back of her heart. The position was stabbed down.

It was at this moment that Andre on the ground suddenly moved.

Originally half of his throat was cut open, he should not be able to move, but when the little girl was close enough to him, he suddenly turned sideways, his pair of golden pupils stared coldly at the girl.

The exploding sound like an aircraft cannon set off a large snowflake, which was an explosion that was more tearing than a thunderstorm. In the snow dust raised, the little girl flew upside down and fell to the ground, turning over several times like a rag doll. Get down.

A slender arm with a thick coat sleeve flew up, hit a branch of a coniferous tree and hung up, and one could clearly see that the hand of the severed arm was still tightly holding the bone dagger.

The little girl on the ground stared blankly at the white sky in the gaps between the branches, and blood flowed from the tear on her right shoulder, staining the ground red.

what happened?Isn't the enemy killed by him?Why are you still attacking yourself.

The severe pain spread across her shoulders, and the little girl's face was wrinkled because of the pain, but she never let out any wailing or screaming. An unimaginable uprightness made her only slightly twitch her muscles on the ground to relieve it. The pain of a broken arm.

There was tens of seconds of dead silence in the coniferous forest. When everything was quiet, Andre, who was supposed to have died on the ground by cutting his throat, slowly stood up. His right hand covering his neck was also released, revealing his The bloody streak on the throat that was still oozing.

Really close.

The muzzle of the Makarov pistol that Andre held in his left hand was still smoking. It was not difficult to guess that it was responsible for the explosion just now.

It was exactly the same as the thunderous shooting at the wooden house. Although it was only a small-caliber pistol, it could shoot like an aircraft cannon, making people wonder whether the magazine was filled with miniature missiles. But if the Soviet Union could really do this level, the Cold War would not end with the defeat of the Red Empire.

"It's really scary." Andre's voice was dull and cold, because he really lingered in front of the death stall.

Or he should have been dead, but for some unknown reason, he survived, and seized the opportunity of the little girl's autopsy to fight back.

But the battle is not over.

Under Andre's sinking sight, the little girl on the ground also slowly got up, the black scales squirmed on the shoulder of the broken arm, and the momentum of the gurgling blood gradually weakened until it stopped bleeding. It could be seen that the rotten flesh at the severed arm was wriggling and swelling like bean sprouts, constantly wrapping around the exposed pale bones.

Is that human being?
Without hesitation, he raised the Makarov pistol in his hand and shot at the severed arm hanging on the branch of the coniferous tree tens of meters away.

The cannon-like explosion sounded again, and the entire snow on the snowy ground shook for a moment. The blood-red, fleshy and bone-like rain fell from the sky. Lieutenant Colonel Andre and the little girl were bathed in the rain of blood. Let the rotting flesh hit his shoulders, scrape his cheeks, and stick to his hair.
The bone dagger spun down and landed right next to the little girl's feet. Her face was a little pale due to blood loss, but her golden lava pupils were not dimmed at all, and she still stared at Andre coldly and horribly.

"Why?" the little girl said softly.

Andre returned silence.

"I should have cut your neck, in half."

Andre remained silent.

No explanation.

It is an extremely stupid thing to explain one's strength to the enemy arrogantly and complacently in battle. The KGB guild who did this has long since died, and the rest are real silent killing tools.

Did not get an answer, and the little girl did not continue to ask.

"Don't pick up that dagger." Andre said suddenly when he saw the little girl faintly bending sideways.

In the sight of the other party, he said, "I do need to bring you back to Moscow, but I don't want to bring you back as an experimental animal."

The little girl didn't move.

Lieutenant Colonel Andre lowered his gun and pointed it at the ground, "Son, we don't need to fight to the death. I said that the motherland will guarantee your future life and safety. This is not a lie."

"There is no difference." The little girl's lips moved slightly.

Is there any difference between Black Swan Harbor and the Soviet Union?no difference.

The little girl who knows too much about Black Swan Harbor knows that the real investor behind Black Swan Harbor is the huge red empire.

"There is a difference." Lieutenant Colonel Andre said coldly, "I can see that you have suffered a lot in that port, but I can guarantee that the motherland will not treat you as consumables because it is meaningless at all. !"

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"But we do need you." Lieutenant Colonel Andre looked directly at the little girl and said, "The motherland is now torn apart. We need hope, and you are hope. I will not convince you with any patriotism or honor, because I guess you have never received any preferential treatment from your motherland since you were born, and you may not even have an official identity and nationality."

"But." He said in a deep voice, "but, I want you to know that your identity has been exposed, Black Swan Harbor has been exposed, countless people will come to you, you need a place to go after all! The motherland is your last place!"

"I can't help you guys."

Seeing that the little girl did not start again but communicated, Andre quickly picked up, "If you can understand what I said, you should know that the motherland is now torn apart, and all scientific research laboratories have also been dismantled. The research equipment was taken away, that is to say, the current Soviet Union cannot support the technical traceability of the 'Butterfly Project'!"

The little girl looked at Lieutenant Colonel Andre silently, neither her expression nor her eyes showed any trust.

"I insist on taking you back, but I just want a witness." Andre lowered his head slightly, "I don't want the technical achievements of Black Swan Harbor on you, what I want is evidence. The Black Swan Harbor experiment was successful. Evidence! And you are the evidence!"

"evidence.?"

"Even if we get you, we don't have any conditions to analyze and restore your secrets! Human experiments will not be conducted again, because all projects related to human experiments require a lot of funds and secret venues!" Andre looked at The little girl slowed down her speech, trying to let the child understand what he meant, "Now the Soviet Union can't provide these, and what we need most now is not technology, but a hope. A hope that can reunite the hearts of the high-level collective party. "

A hope, an opportunity, an evidence that can convince everyone to reunite.

"We will place you well and let you live with your younger brother." Andre continued to persuade, "You just need to provide us with information about Black Swan Harbor and tell everyone you see about Black Swan Harbor. The results and process of the experiment, this is the only thing you need to do - the fact that the Black Swan Harbor experiment was successful and witnesses, and whether Dr. Herzog is still alive."

Andre's words suddenly froze.

Because under his gaze, the broken arm of the little girl's shoulder actually began to wriggle out like a snake. No, it's not a snake, but a living thing-like tendon, intertwined to match the newborn paleness. The bones elongate downwards, and black scales cover their surface to protect the delicate pink tender flesh.

A broken right arm grew back in dozens of breaths, and the little girl bent down to pick up the bone dagger on the ground.

"I refuse," said the little girl, "don't mention that name."

The hairs all over Andre's body stood on end at this moment, and the chant in his mouth was compressed into a sharp and huge sound, reactivating the domain around his body!
He raised the Makarov in his hand and was about to aim, but the girl had already disappeared—no, she had rushed to his face at an unbelievable speed.

This time Andre actually saw the opponent's movements clearly, the ghostly black shadow passed by the edge of his retina at a speed that he could hardly catch his eyes, and passed by him!

Ling Ling · Time Zero.

In the little girl's perception, everything slowed down as the domain expanded, the corners of Andre's mouth twitched, the cuffs of his military uniform rippled when he raised his pistol, and the blood dripped from his hair.

She ran forward, one step at a time, and before the pistol was raised, she came in front of Andre, and stabbed into the heart of the opponent's military uniform.

This time, after confirming that the bone dagger was pierced into the opponent's heart, she pulled it out and cut it across the neck twice, brushing past and opening the distance.

Time zero lifts.

Andre knelt down suddenly, covering his heart and throat, but this time he didn't fall to the ground.

The same trick can only be used once, the little girl is not a fool.

Blood dripped onto the snow, and the little girl looked at the lieutenant colonel who stood up and turned around with dangerous and cold eyes and said, "Why?"

It was the second time she asked this because she really didn't understand what was happening in front of her eyes.

Andre's throat was bleeding, and there was a hole in the military uniform on his chest, but those two wounds were only minor injuries.

Minor injury?

No, it's impossible, she had clearly stabbed the knife into her chest, and she was sure she had completely penetrated it before pulling away.

The little girl carefully looked at Andre's whole body, and suddenly she said, "Your speech?"

Andre stopped talking, the golden pupils exuded the danger of freezing, and his whole body began to exude a beast-like aura.

He was going to really start working hard.

(End of this chapter)