"The bird's nest calls the nightingale, please reply when you hear it... The bird's nest calls the nightingale, please reply when you hear it..."

In the quiet underground corridor, the communication balls on the two guards were still calling. Unfortunately, except for the occasional electric current sound of the pipelines on the walls, they were destined to receive no response.

"The nightingale has a bad signal..."

The correspondent was still whispering to the team leader, but the Imperial Fist behind had discovered the abnormality here.

Thanks to Astart's inhuman hearing, Sergeant Egio has already clearly understood the problem here.

The Emperor's Angel did not have the patience to wait, so he went straight forward and squeezed the communication squad leader's body away, checking the last mission record of the Nightingale Squad.

Medical rescue…loading worker Morton…Jobalm Station!

When the scarlet keyword appeared in his eyes, Egio instantly sounded the alarm of the Astartes team.

"Discover the target! Position 355.14/171.3, nearby maps have been uploaded. The target has lost control and is out of sight for 5 minutes and 22 seconds...23 seconds...24 seconds...."

"Received! The timing is 23 seconds...24 seconds...25 seconds...synchronization is completed!"

The squad commander walked out from the Defense Forces Command, and two Imperial Fist followed.

After waiting for the timer on the pupil membrane to complete calibration, the giant signaled to the team members who were left behind with one hand, and then advanced to the middle between the target and the City of Divine Greeting.

After receiving the gesture, the latter nodded slightly and then issued an order to the officers of the Defense Force:

"Chack all spare channels in areas A1-A7 and stop access to all maintenance pipelines along the way."

Similar alarms occurred at many places around the Holy City at the same time, and finally formed a series of sharp blades pointing to his defense system in front of the Imperial Fist Company Commander Hornthorne.

"Have the abortion been completed?" Looking at the complex passage structure diagram around the Holy City, a sound like a bell sounded at the Defense Command.

The commander of the Defense Force, Colonel Clive, looked puzzled and whispered to the question from his boss:

"The guidance has been completed, but our *** has not been completed yet..."

"No more wait!" Hornthorne waved to stop the colonel's explanation and ordered directly:

Notify the Brotherhood of the Holy Light and fill your gap in the inner city!

Authorize the local defense forces to open fire! Any active targets appear in Fan Qiaopam, priority will be given to shooting!"

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"who I am?"

In the shadow of the corridor leading to the main city, Morton kept thinking as he marched.

The will to awaken in his body is so complete that it makes him feel that twenty years of life are like a floating island, which collapses when the tide is approaching.

"who I am?"

In addition to his footsteps and the streams of drainage channels on both sides, there were a few more tiny noises in the passage.

“I used to be Morton, a dock loader;

I-is still Morton, a... glorious Hydra!"

Bang...

The sound of the rotten wood being trampled was so abrupt that he could no longer pretend to be ignorant. The sound maker was caught in a warning because of his own mistakes, wasting Morton's attempt to approach.

Unfortunately, I'm going to shoot again...

Sensing the intersection ahead and the pursuer behind him, his spirit was still thinking, but his body had already reacted first.

"Stop!" The soldiers in front arrived with the tactical lighting on the guns, and the people behind them were also close.

Morton's body stood stiffly between a thick pipeline and a discarded oil barrel, as if it was a dead end, and he would be left alone in the next second.

The soldiers in front stared at the figure in the darkness, and the two men's guns covered each other without any gaps. It was not until they bypassed the obstacle that half a second of their vision was lost;

The capturer behind him became more and more excited, and the sound of breathing in the corridor was like thunder, and only he himself was unaware of it.

It's now! The countdown is three seconds!

When the tactical lighting in front of us is blocked by obstacles, when the pursuer behind us is sure to win;

Morton quietly pulled out the tactical dagger from his waist, and then moved sideways as the pursuer behind him flipped over the oil barrel.

Countdown to two seconds!

The thick arms locked the neck of the future person, and the sharp dagger followed the inertia of the two people's rotating bodies, and intermittently wiped the throat of the invasion of the invader, and then kicked it out after pulling out the sharp blade.

Countdown to one second!

The left front, two targets, 3 meters away, exposed, without cover.

Plop!

The fallen corpse was pushed out by the murderer, and it fulfilled its mission at the moment when it attracted the attention of the soldiers in front.

Bang! Bang!

Two shots of the pump shotgun fired, from the guards' instinctive alert to the shadows.

Bang! Bang!

Two short automatic gunshots were another one, and the comrades in the corpse paid the price of his recklessness.

Morton squatted down and was about to pick up the gun in the soldier's hand, but the "same" footsteps behind him made his movements stiff on the spot.

"Astadt..." he murmured.

The response to his words was the yellow giant walking slowly out of the corner behind him holding a blaster and aiming in an aiming posture.

Morton stood there and kept his posture, waiting for any possible opportunity.

He knew that compared to Astarte, who had completed his physical transformation, his reaction speed was a joke.

If there is no accident, any of his actions will declare the failure of the mission.

The air was frozen at this moment, and there was nothing else in the quiet space except for the steady and unlimited pace of the son of Dorn.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of the logging gun fire suddenly sounded from the side of the intersection. The dense metal jets, guided by the red rays of the tracer bullet, knocked the son of Dorn backwards, and even the thick ceramic steel armor splashed everywhere.

In the narrow passage, the two people's firm offensive and defensive postures suddenly loosened.

Morton instantly bent down and rolled towards the thick pipe behind him, and the two explosive bombs that followed him used huge pits on the ground and the pipes to express the anger of the son of Dorn.

"Glory! Go to Hydra!"

Morton, who was running wildly, ran a faint battle cry in his ears. The roar of a bomb made him know the final fate of his comrades.

"I can't die..." He forced himself to soothe his violently mobilized heart, and the method of fake death circulating within the legion slowed down his breathing speed.

His signs dropped rapidly within a few seconds, and finally, before the thermal imaging field of view of the son of Dorn who arrived later swept across it, he almost blended with the surrounding environment.

"The target is lost...yes, keep looking..."

The high Gothic language, which was as low as a muffled thunder, came from the mouth of the giant separated by a wall with a strong reluctance. But Morton's gray eyes did not blink, and was indifferent to it like a hibernating snake.

In order to reduce the indications of his body, he had entered a short hibernation at this time. Even if the Imperial Fist really discovered him, he would not know.

The giant finally left after searching for nothing, and Morton, who was dormant, returned to the world in the corridor a few minutes later with a violent breath.

On the next road, he passed by death several times. But under the cover of his fellow men, he finally got the supplies sent to the inner city in a temporary underground warehouse without any danger.

Magnetic suction cup (hand and foot clamping equipment), optical camouflage cloak, sniper blaster, and matching observation hand equipment.

Morton put these special equipment on his body one by one and waited on the spot for two minutes. But the passage of time finally made him confirm that he would never wait for the arrival of that strange partner.

He carried the heavy sniper blaster behind his back and tied it up with an armed belt. Morton bent down and hung his partner's sighting equipment around his neck.

Suck the water bag on your chest

After the tube was pulled out, he looked up at the lead-gray sky outside the window, and then plunged into the storm.

"Hydra is the highest, long live Alpha!"

The mission countdown was 10 minutes, and Morton, who was struggling with heavy rain and lightning, finally climbed to his predetermined position.

He narrowed his eyes and observed the corridor beneath him, waiting for the appearance of the mission target in his brain and the secret code of firing.

9 points...

8 points...

7 points...

6 points...

Finally, with a bustling crowd, he found a target that could activate the task list in his brain.

But he was not in a hurry to aim, but just collected the location of the crowd with his eyes.

Because in the knowledge given to him by unknown existence, he knew that some veterans who had been through the battlefield had an instinctive reaction to the pre-targeting of weapons.

5 points...

4 points...

3 points...

Morton's sight was always imaginary in the open space under the target's feet until the target in the advancing crowd reached a distance of nearly kilometer away from him and almost disappeared from his sight.

Buzz!

A low-frequency, special sound that only Morton could hear came out. His originally enlarged pupils contracted instantly, and the gun in his hand adjusted slightly along the sudden tense muscles.

Looking at the combat nun who was shouting loudly in the sight, he locked the deadly gun in his hand firmly at the position of her chest for thousands of meters away.

Oh!

The bullet passed by the rain, instantly knocking down the target from a thousand meters away. Scarlet blood bloomed from the eyepiece, and the panicked crowd screamed in surprise, one after another.

Looking at the high temperature trajectory that disappeared in the rain in front of him, Morton's dirt-filled teeth revealed from the corner of his mouth:
Chapter completed!