The Etiquette of the Soldiers is To Meet Up

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In the City of Hope, in the corner of the inner city, in an area that has almost been deserted. A group of predators, fully armed, with the smell of gunpowder on their bodies still not dissipating, followed behind a man in black robes, and walked into an old building that looked like hundreds of years ago.

"This is the last time, right?"

Walking in the crowd, the unremarkable Allen spoke quietly and asked Chris.

However, it did not use the communication device built into the armor, but directly connected mentally, building a highly confidential spiritual network.

"Well, it should be."

Chris seemed to be a little unsure, hesitated, and said in a tone that he didn't have much confidence in.

"Before, how many tests did you go through the most?"

Allen could also hear the hesitation in Chris' tone, silently rolled his eyes, and asked him again. ,

"Four times."

This time, Chris answered quickly.

"Four times."

Alan muttered silently, looking at the black-robed man leading the way in front of the team, a little solemn flash in his eyes.

This person is seventh.

Seeing the big from the small, just this one detail, Allen can know how much energy was spent this time, how much capital has been put in, and how much attention it has been!

However, thinking about what the other party is doing, such precautions and attention seem to be something that should be done.

The thought flashed by, but disappeared in his mind in a flash.

And Allen's mind was also filled with the sudden change in front of him, and he began to concentrate.

A light blue light curtain emerges, like a violent waterfall, torrents down.

The mere air of space emerges, but it is restrained by Mo Ming's power, not to leak, and to circulate between the squares.

"Please come in."

The black-robed man who hadn't said a word since the joint spoke for the first time and said to Chris.

"Okay." Chris nodded, then turned around and gave the order "Line up, get inside."

Allen knew that by this point, the outermost inspection had passed.

However, the dangerous part is really just beginning.

He was calm in his heart, but on the face he remained calm as usual. He stepped forward, followed the team, and walked in.

Suddenly lost consciousness, but the sky was spinning again and again, as if being thrown into the washing machine for frantic washing, making people dizzy.

In such a situation, Allen was naturally familiar with it and quickly adapted to it.

However, the people around them could not help being pale or vomiting.

Therefore, in order to stay in the group, Allen also controlled the circulation of blood and made him look weak.

It's just that, in my heart, I was complaining about the clumsiness of this spatial array.

This space teleportation array can only barely be considered mid-range at best, but its inversion is almost comparable to the feeling that Allen came to this world from a wild life planet on the edge of the universe.

In this contrast, the clumsiness of the magic circle can be imagined.

Looking at the leopard, Allen can roughly know the level of Morse's men.

No, he thought it was so superb!

But this is also good, because it means that Allen has a strong suppression of Morse's circle.

This difference, at some point, will undergo critical changes.

Maintaining a weak personality, Allen quietly looked at the scene in front of him.

They were in a rather wide hall.

At the foot is a rather huge magic circle, which is connected to the outside world for transmission.

Surrounded by walls on all sides, the color is as black as ink, exuding a cold metallic luster.

And they are in it, like wild beasts trapped in a huge steel cage, with nowhere to escape.

This feeling is not good, but Allen doesn't care at all.

What he cares about is just why, the other party hasn't opened the door for a long time?

Although the surrounding buildings are extremely intricate, the gates are tightly closed and there is no trace, as if the molten iron is intact.

But Allen could perceive that one of the walls could be opened.

Moreover, he could feel the peeping sight from all directions, not the actual gaze, but the detection method like a machine.

He knew very well that somewhere, someone was watching here, quietly observing.

It's just that there is no communication or action, just imprisoning them here, what is it?

After thinking about it, Allen sent a message to Chris, telling the other party not to "make rash moves".

If his affairs have been exposed, then what he is facing is definitely a terrifying killing situation in which the sky is lying in ambush on all sides.

It won't be the way it is now. Although it looks a little weird and depressing, there is no real action.

In other words, Morse is suspicious of them, but feels that the problem is not big, or that there is no concrete evidence?

The brain is running fast, inferring Morse's possible thoughts, and guessing the specific attitude of the other party.

"Chris, is your mission completed?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly came out in the empty hall.

The sound is not loud, but loud enough, as if coming from all directions, echoing in this space.

Allen was familiar with the voice, Chris was also familiar, and the other fighters were more familiar.

Because this is Morse's voice.

"Report to Your Highness, no."

Chris opened his visor, bowed slightly to apologize, and replied.

"Oh, why?"

Morse, who did not know where he was observing them, had a casual tone, as if he was merely caring.

"The person with Matidal is also a strong god."

"Also, he belongs to the melee faction."

"The two work together and can almost compete with us."

"After we struggled for a while, we found that we couldn't do anything about it, and we finally retreated."

Chris didn't seem to hear the deep meaning of Morse's words, and said his answer very seriously.

Of course, this answer is not a real fact, but a concocted by Allen, Matidal and Chris.

Since they are coming, since they have chosen to go to Morse's base camp, how could Allen and the others not make a perfect plan.

And the success or failure of the event, the success or failure of the plan, how did Chris and the others retreat... These things are naturally the top priority.

The plan failed, but the operatives returned.

This kind of thing naturally carries a huge crisis of trust.

If you can't make it clear, then don't talk about sneaking in, and wait for it to be destroyed by humanity.

Allen believes that he has already paid such a big price, created his own family's reaction, taken his brothers and sisters captive, and used it as Morse who performed the most vicious experiment and spell-casting material. He will never be stingy. Of determination.

Although the powerhouse of the **** general level is rare.

But at this time, I would rather kill by mistake than let it go!

"Is that so?"

Morse's somewhat stunned voice came from the wall, but it was a little distorted.

With his eyes narrowed, Alan seemed to have heard the difference, with his hands hanging on his sides, but they were placed in the most convenient position for exerting force.

The spirit penetrated into the space magic tool on the wrist, ready to take the knife and draw the knife at any time.

"However, how did I hear that you were released after reaching an agreement with Matidal?"

The tone was light, but like thunder and horror, it exploded in everyone's ears.

Alan's expression changed suddenly as his mind tightened.

It's not because of fear.

Because he believed that if Morse really had any evidence, it would never be possible to allow them to live.

What the other party said just showed that Morse had no actual evidence in his hands.

At most, it's just some nonsense that catches the eye.

But the problem is that Allen knows this and clearly understands the logic.

But he wasn't sure that Chris and everyone under his command could not miss the slightest flaw.

After all, Morse's words are really more lethal.

It seems doubtful, but for those guys with ghosts in their hearts, it is no less than a bolt from the blue sky, and the sky is tired.

"Chris, tell him not to panic, Morse has no concrete evidence, he is bombing us!"

Controlling the beating of the heart, the changes in breathing, and the flow of breath, Allen notified Chris at the forefront at the fastest speed in his life to keep him and his subordinates calm.

If something goes wrong here, that one will be in big trouble.

If it's just danger, Alan is not afraid.

But Simmons and Daphne are still in Morse's hands, and this is the biggest problem.

"Slander, it's all smear."

"We fought life and death for His Royal Highness. More than 30 comrades died in the battle, and the rest were all wounded. Only then did we barely leave the battlefield."

"But I didn't expect that some people walked secretly to rumors, slandering us."

Chris was full of anger, his face flushed, his eyes burning with rage.

It seems to be full of anger at what happened to him and others, and full of hatred for the person who walked the rumors.

All expressions, expressions, and breaths were flawless, and the immediate reaction was also excellent.

If Allen hadn't heard the news from Chris, Allen would have thought that this sorrowful, sincere and loyal person would be as loyal as the surface!

However, now is not the time to go to the theater.

There is Chris at the front, but they are not doing nothing at the back.

As if receiving news from Chris, each soldier walked out of the armor full of bullet craters, knife marks, and cracks, stood together silently, and untied the somewhat close-fitting combat uniform.

Every bit, one by one, all wounds on his body.

Some had a slight depression in their chest, as if they had received a fierce blow; some had their right arm swayed halfway, but they were cut off by half of their shoulder, leaving only a few muscles and bones; some had leaked intestines and stomach, but they were smashed out. A huge hole...

The armor itself is already ragged enough, just by looking at it, you know that it has experienced the fiercest **** battle.

However, after these people came out, when they appeared, the people who were observing secretly knew how dangerous and how fierce this battle was!

For a while, the scene was silent, leaving only Chris's voice alone, "Everyone, are these injuries serious?"

There is no answer.

Chris performed a one-man show alone, "Actually, it's not heavy at all."

"Because those who are really seriously injured have long been unable to return."

Although this sentence is plain, it is worth a thousand words.

The next moment, the closed steel door suddenly opened, revealing a bright passage.

"The magic armor is here. Someone will repair it, Chris, quickly take someone to the treatment."

At the same time, a familiar voice sounded again.

There were not many words, but it was enough to show joy on everyone's faces.

However, in the eyes of others, they were delighted because they had passed the interrogation and received recognition.

But only they know what they are happy about.

Allen also laughed on the surface, but in his heart, he was very calm, laughing at Morse who didn't know where he was.

Because, he knew, Morse chose to believe not because of Chris' words, but because of other things.

Earlier, in the last time of the conversation between the two, Allen clearly felt that an extremely obscure wave swept over them.

Perceiving this, Allen reacted very quickly to converge his mental will, vitality and vitality, hiding everything under the [body] shaped by [Variable Mask], and overcame the difficulties.

Then, the door opened, and Morse seemed to be moved to dispel his doubts.

Although the time seems to be the same, the internal reasons are different.

Thinking of Morse's hypocrisy in his mind, Allen's eyes were full of observation and thinking.

Although this hall plays a role of transmitting personnel, it is critical to isolate the inside and outside and eliminate the danger.

But this does not mean that there is no need for observation.

Because, from this place, Allen can estimate the approximate defense level of this base.

Then, according to the required environment and its importance of [Human Body Refining], Allen compared the defense level of this place by three levels, and it should be almost the same.

Thinking of this, Alan frowned and realized that it was basically impossible for him to achieve his goal silently.

Therefore, he must find a way to slow down the people who come to support from all directions.

Emmm, of course, the most important thing is to ensure the safety of Simmons and Daphne.

Otherwise, he would not save people, but kill people.

I thought about how to act, but didn't rush to make a conclusion.

Because the current information collection is insufficient, more information is needed to fill the framework for his plan.

Allen was mixed in the crowd, followed by a waiter who did not know when, and walked around, arriving at a slender corridor~www.readwn.com~ The doors of the quite unified room were lined up on both sides and opened the door. , It's all the appearance of a ward.

Allen moved quietly, placing himself behind the line, and did not enter until the corridor was about to end.

And this is to be able to discover more things.

Turn left and enter, the room is clean and tidy. Although it is a ward, there is no strong smell of potion.

The room is not small, even quite spacious, and the entrance is the bathroom.

Inside, there is also a small wooden table and a few stools, enough to see its exquisiteness.

Click!

Allen was the last to enter and closed the door.

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