Steel Steam and Flame

Climbing to the window, Milton's face finally showed a little joy. Dozens of steel bombs exploded at this time, and the impact carried countless shrapnel and pushed him to the corner under the window. The clothes were broken into pieces, the surface of the body was destroyed and blurred, and the blood oozing pooled together and dripped on the potted ground.

It seemed that it was some kind of advanced surgical development, and the fragments of artillery and steel bombs did not cause fatal damage to Milton. The skin is far tougher than ordinary surgeons. Like a powerful body armor that comes with it, the shrapnel failed to penetrate into his body effectively, and it was all blocked by that layer of skin and embedded there.

When Milton stood up hunched over his body, his muscles squirmed, and those shrapnel were treated as foreign objects, squeezed out of his body one by one and fell into a pool of blood.

Not daring to stay a little bit, Milton now only thought about how to escape as quickly as possible and leave this residence. Turning out the window, Milton firmly grasped the edge of the window with his hands, trying to use his strength to reach a higher floor. This is the thirteenth floor, and the impact brought by the height of tens of meters is not something he can bear.

"Vine!" Milton yelled in panic, expecting the people in the temple across to provide cover for him. But before his head was deflected, two sharp piercing sounds rushed into his eardrums in an instant. The wall below his body exploded. Before Milton had any feelings, he saw two legs spewing blood among the rubble of the wall.

"Ah! How could this happen! How could this happen!" As if to cry, his legs were interrupted by a sniper bullet, and pain spread all over his body. What is the feeling of crying, Milton's brain can't call it at this moment.

Under the stimulation of the pain, his arm produced tremendous strength. While screaming in pain, Milton suddenly propped up his body and ejected upward. Feeling his body flying, he slapped his arms straight, trying to grab the edge of the upper window that he was about to touch.

"Bang!" The crisp sound pressed hard against him from above, and several pieces of glass fell and hit him in the face. He closed his eyes subconsciously, and the glass ran across his face without piercing the tough skin. But when he opened his eyes, the hot blood that was about to regain hope suddenly froze at this moment.

Several dark muzzles protruded from the window, and they were firmly facing his head. The indifferent look behind a few masks made him forget that he should grasp the edge of the window that had been reached now. Immediately, several muzzles were turned, and flames were sprayed at his arms.

No longer could feel the pain, Milton's eyes only had the faint muzzle flame that represented death. The body fell with the two broken arms, and he still didn't forget to shout "Vane" in his mouth, hoping that he could be rescued. But the body turned around during the fall, and the moment of trance made his eyes blurred.

In the blood he spurted, he seemed to have seen the house where Varn was opposite. The window was also broken into pieces by the explosion, and several people, like him, rushed out of the window.

The sound of the fire blast suddenly sounded, forming a circle, completely enclosing Milton in the middle. Countless bullets poured out from behind him, and the ballistic trajectory dragged the smoke into a faint net, and Varne and some of his men also hit Milton's eyes, completely It was blown to pieces by an acid platinum bomb.

Only then did he fully see the fragments of the corpse where Varne and a few other people were mixed together, and those who formed a circle behind those fragments, and were also looking at him with a mask.

"Ah..." Milton wanted to scream, his voice hoarse, his throat felt blocked, the sharp roar came out of his mouth, and it was completely extinguished with a mouthful of blood. His body twisted, and his confused head made him completely unaware of what to do now. But he didn't want to die like this, he wanted to pray to the gods, the thought appeared, as if it was fulfilled.

Several steady hands stretched out from the lower window, dragged his body, and then pulled him into the room.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me..., don't..." Milton said as he vomited blood, his breathing gradually weakened. He felt as though he was lying on a solid floor, and the surrounding people with masks looked at him, as if they were admiring a work of art carefully made by them.

"All the teams immediately entered the house and placed platinum gunpowder. No matter whether it was a few pieces or not, as long as the head is intact, there must be a few bullet holes on it!" Del Adam said immediately, "Communication team, report your situation immediately!"

"The deputy commander, found that the communicator left by the enemy has been damaged during the attack, but the core is left. It is now being urgently connected to their frequency based on the storage mechanism above. It takes about a minute."

"Okay, hurry up. After the explosives are placed, all the teams retreat as planned. The ceremonial vehicle is next to the building, and the heavy machine guns are discarded. Teams one to six leave in the ceremonial vehicle, teams from seven to twelve take the underground channel, and the rest Disguise yourself immediately. After you leave here, you will find a car to reach the designated position. Sniper team, throw down the heavy objects on your body, you have to speed up again, the enemy has discovered the movement here. Special team, you go after you leave here To communicate with the black market sales network here, I need to know the general situation of the dark world here in the near future."

"Received!" Multiple voices sounded at the same time, and Delya breathed a sigh of relief.

"The medical team!" Delya looked at the door of the house that just opened, "Cardiotonic and hemostatic agents, as well as stimulants, hurry up and inject, this person can't die. By the way, there is an antidote, five times the amount, He needs to say a few words later. Don’t forget the tranquilizer, that’s the most useful thing.”

"Communication group, are you okay?" During the speech, dozens of injection needles were inserted into Milton's neck at the same time. The medicine took effect after ten seconds or so. The pupils in the eyes that were gradually dilating suddenly shrank to a point at this moment, and the weak breathing began to recover. "Pack it in a bag and don't let blood flow in the stairs."

"The deputy commander, has successfully accessed, we will rush to you immediately."

"At the top of the stairs, remember to prepare the loudspeaker." When Delya replied, he used another special communicator to contact Cassia, "Head, we have successfully completed the plan. We are retreating. An enemy is alive. But I don’t know if it’s their commander. There seems to be only one communicator, and our people have already connected to their frequency.

"Thank you, very good news. You will write down my words next. This is what the living enemy said."

Delia immediately took out the paper that had been placed there in advance from his trouser pocket, and touched a little blood of the enemy in the bag with his finger, and wrote the word "help me" in Imperial Chinese on it.

At this time, several members of the communication group also came down the stairs and joined Delya and others.

"Deputy head." The captain of the communication group handed over the microphone. At the same time, he took the communication device in Delya's hand and installed it on the amplifier.

"Can you hear me?" Delya opened the bag and looked at Milton whose face was stained with blood.

"Don't... kill..."

"It's fine to hear." Delya interrupted Milton directly, "Just wait for you to repeat these two words, so maybe we can let you go. Now, with the skills of the imperial mechanics, use robotic arms. It is perfectly feasible to replace your original limbs. But if you say an extraneous word, what your teammates are like, I promise you will definitely be like that too!"

Seeing Milton nodding, Delya asked her men to turn on the communicator. After a second or two of noise, a rough voice came out: "Milton, what's the matter! What's going on with you? I saw an explosion here! "

"Save me..., save me..." Milton was in pain, as if begging. Delya waved his hand at this moment, and several people beside him burst into flames, and several rifle butts immediately hit the back of his neck.

Seeing the enemy fainted ~www.ltnovel.com~ Delya asked to turn on the loudspeaker and move the microphone closer.

"So his name is Milton?" Cassia echoed in the stairwell with a puzzled voice.

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Sudden silence fell on everyone.

"who are you?"

"Aren't you looking for me? Some think your speed is slow, so I took the initiative to look for you. But it seems that everyone's luck is not very good, and I didn't meet one. It's a pity that I didn't see you here. ."

"Ah..., I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgot, you are still in that building! I thought you all retreated back. I'm so sorry that I didn't notice these things." Cassia deliberately lengthened his voice. He wanted to laugh a little, but he was held back as hard as he could, "Then next time, you can take a break and I will leave here first. Recently, my health is getting worse and worse."

The "Zizi" voice fell, and the communication was cut off on time.