Listen to the space-time administration

Chapter 586 Surprise
After Chris threw the stall to Nirvana, he quickly returned to the nest with his teammates. The next step was to rush to write a report.

There are actually no restrictions on writing a report, except that the three of them must collude in advance... and communicate well.

In fact, everything that happened during the mission was recorded by the personal terminal carried by the little raccoon, as long as it was consistent.

Chris was the last person to step into the Brood, and there were only three of them in the descending elevator.

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

The fists of the three parties were in the air, and then a Soul Eater crawled out from the ground and blocked the fists, blocking the sight of the three people.

Jill smiled and said, "Are you ready?"

Hank and Chris nodded. After the Soul Eater took off, the three of them were left with rock, paper, scissors.

Jill and Hank high-fived excitedly, because they were holding out cloth, but Chris was still holding his fist.That means Chris lost the game.

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

How can we collude in the report? Naturally, one person should write it and the others can copy it.

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

The winning and losing families walked in completely different directions after the elevator door opened. Chris shook his head helplessly, reached out and took out a cigar and held it in his mouth.

He didn't even order it, just took it in his mouth.Looking at the backs of the two people leaving, he whispered: "Tsk, tsk, you have to see if anyone has finished the homework..."

Humming a song, Chris prepared to return to his office and sneak in some sleep first.

Walking deeper into the nest, Chris found an uninvited guest in his office.

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

"I knew it……"

"What do you know? This is the Brood. Believe it or not, if I just whistle, thirty tyrants will come over and beat you into a meat pie!"

Standing at the door, 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 head.

Soap, or McTavish, asked in confusion: "I saw your whereabouts. Aren't you dealing with a biological crisis?"

Chris took out another cigar and threw it over, pulled over a chair, lay down carelessly, and put 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 is 141 having transformation surgery again?"

Soap skillfully took out two glasses from under the desk, placed them in front of him, uncorked the wine without ceremony, and poured himself a full glass.

Seeing the wine in the bottle pouring down like this, Chris quickly retracted his legs and wanted to reach out to grab the wine glass in Soap's hand.

However, both sides were super warriors. Soap drank the wine in the cup at once, smacked his mouth with satisfaction, reached for the wine bottle, and prepared to fill up another cup for himself.

"Hey Hey hey!"

Chris quickly took away the wine bottle and said distressedly: "This is a rare wine sent from Asgard! It has been stored in the cellar for thousands of years. It is said that even the wine barrels are made from the wreckage of the Grenhel fleet!"

"This is a wine that even Asgardians will get drunk to death. They drink it by the drop. Can't you take a look at the danger sign on it first!"

Seeing that Soap's consciousness was beginning to blur, he grabbed Soap and walked out without caring about his dear wine.

"Fortunately you are in the brood, otherwise you would really be dead! MD, when you wake up, you have to pay me one bottle!"

Complaining about soap, Chris still called the dull Marvin outside to prepare medical equipment. "Don't……"

Soap used his last bit of consciousness to stop Chris before he fainted, and said vaguely: "Watch me perform a magic trick for you!"

Suspicious, Chris let go of the soap. As super soldiers, all the transformation of Task Force 141 was completed in the Brood, so Chris knew what the situation of Task Force 141 was.

These guys who have used orbital airborne as a daily training have surpassed all the recorded military branches in the world.

Except for the fact that the top combat power is not as good as that of the director, the members of Task Force 141 not only have extreme survivability including the vacuum environment of the universe, but also have their necessary triple armor protection. A small team of these guys can suppress ordinary people. Total battle for the world.

If the little raccoon's biochemical combat ability is excluded, Chris may have to think that he is no match for these guys.

The swaying Soap barely stood still and took out a pistol from his waist. Chris recognized it as the weapon equipped by each member of the 141st Task Force.

The pistol has a stable structure and a built-in gravity wheel generator. As long as the user can still move around, the capacitor can be filled. When firing, the capacitor compresses four kilowatts of sub-gold energy into hardened plasma.

Made of high-strength heat-dissipating alloy, it has nearly unlimited firing capabilities. There is no need to worry about overheating or loss of accuracy. The capacitor can also be modified to a larger capacity to fire a powerful blow.

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 not be lost.

Soap's thumb holding the gun gently pushed on the side of the gun, changing the firing mode of the gun. Then the gun began to charge, and the blue hardened plasma accumulated more and more.

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

Avoiding the direction of the gun, Chris was ready to take action and force Soap to wake up.

However, the muzzle of the gun in Soap's hand changed direction, and at the moment when Chris was hiding from the gun, he pointed the gun at his head.

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

"F**K!"

Chris was shocked. Anyone who saw an acquaintance being headshot at such a close range, or someone who was headshot by himself, would not be able to help but swear.

As a transformed super soldier, Chris' observation skills were strong enough. He even saw the hardened plasma entering from one of Soap's eyes and exploding on the sphenoid bone.

The imploding plasma illuminated Soap's brain and even blew out his other eye.

Hopeless……

This was Chris's judgment at the time. If he was hit on the forehead, perhaps the strongest bones in the human body and the transformation of Task Force 141 that absorbed fine gold powder could withstand the blow.

But this was shot through the eye, and the brain was blown out. How to save it?
Chris couldn't help but take a deep breath until the cigar in his mouth burned his lips before spitting it out.

"Man, I originally thought that our destination would be a heroic death on the battlefield, but I didn't expect that you would die in such a dramatic way."

Chris reached out to support Soap's body. He was not worried about taking responsibility. Everything in the Brood was monitored, and anyone could see the reason.

But such a hasty death made Chris inevitably begin to grieve.

Placing his hands on Soap's body, Chris was unable to pull it up for a moment.The transformed super soldiers weigh hundreds of kilograms, and elites like Soap are even heavier.

Chris put one of Soap's hands on his shoulder, then turned his body around, preparing to lift him up.

suddenly!

Soap's hands hugged Chris's neck tightly, his eyes were opened angrily, and he shouted at Chris:

"surprise!"

(End of this chapter)