The message has been sent out, and in two hours, it will probably turn into a sea of ​​fire. The wildfires caused by the explosion will definitely spread very widely. When they are extinguished, not only the surface of the mine, but also the entire mine base of the rebel forces will also become ruins.

The other four people were moaning painfully. Some people were silently bandaging their wounds, or tied them up somewhere on their limbs with ropes, using the most primitive method to stop bleeding from being on the way to evacuate due to excessive blood loss. None of them had the strength, and actively contracting their muscles to compress the blood vessels to stop bleeding also seemed a luxury.

Some people are buckled out shrapnel embedded in the skin piece by piece in the dark, and some are like Wimmer, sitting down simply against the tree trunk, thinking about nothing, and resting as much as possible.

A sigh sounded in his heart. Wimmer lowered his head and glanced at the route that had escaped, as if he expected Evan to catch up with his swaying steps. He knew that this was impossible. When he attacked the third air defense weapon launch pad, Evan became a corpse. The enemy's speed and movements must be afraid of it. Wimmer thought about the possibility that everyone would stay there tonight. But the enemy's support did not match the intensity he expected, which gave them a chance. It was also this situation that Evan's death could open a gap.

"Mr. Soriatu,,," Wimmer thought of Cassia. He knew very well why the enemy could not support him immediately. "Good luck." This was the only thing Vimer could do now, although until now, he still didn't understand why Cassia would help them. He said it was a competitor, and Vimer could only barely believe it now.

Coughing out a mouthful of blood, Vimmer pulled a rope from his clothes and wrapped it tightly around his legs. He was shot in the calf. Fortunately, it was a shot by an ordinary soldier in the rebel army, but it only turned into a penetrating injury. He didn't feel anything at all, but as his body relaxed, other feelings that were suppressed by the tension began to surge.

"Stay ten minutes first and then continue to evacuate along the mountains." Wimmer said, gasping, "Tonight, we may see the beginning of the internal war with our own eyes."

Patrick covered his broken left hand, hid in the numerous supplies inside the huge cavity, carefully observing the movements around him. His left arm was almost cut by a sword along his shoulder, and the incision was simply smooth. Now he still felt a little panicked when he thought about it. If he hadn't been alert before he was approaching, and Danryl had injected a lot of promoters for treating his injuries, causing the body and spirit to be in a certain state of excitement, Patrick would not have suspected that the one who broke his neck, not just a left hand, was so relaxed.

In a short time, the enemy had changed his identities and found somewhere to put on the clothes of the rebel soldiers. After doing basic disguise, he deceived everyone with an excellent performance. Among them, he thought, Patrick was moving slowly along the container.

I don’t know the enemy’s appearance, and I can’t feel the breath at all. Even my body temperature is controlled by the enemy, just like an ordinary soldier. I don’t know how the enemy suppresses his body. According to common sense, the surgeons focus more and observe more carefully, and they can feel that the other party and he are the same type of person.

But it failed on the enemy. When he came here with a dozen of his own personnel, Patrick obtained a layout plan from the team defending here. When he was about to consider what points were conducive to defense, a soldier who was standing beside him drew out his tactical knife from everyone's consciousness.

He avoided the fatal attack, but the others became corpses in a very short time, including the dozen team members he brought. The distance that was not widened became a realm shrouded by death. Patrick ran less than ten meters forward, and turned around and saw a fallen or falling corpse.

Then a tactical knife flew over and stabbed his legs. The wounds were not very deep, because the enemy's purpose was to destroy the communicator he brought. It was this time that he finally gave Patrick the opportunity to see the enemy's face after simple disguise.

I didn't understand the sudden palpitations at that time, Patrick immediately hid in a bunch of supplies, and the pictures in the short period of time were all continuous photos stored in my head. Only then did I have time to match the memories in my head one by one, trying to find out whether the enemy was a member of the Knight Servant.

The red face began to sweat as the continuous pairing of memories. The complete information about the knight attendant that the family carefully read in detail was in his head and was flipping through at an astonishing speed. Soon, all the information about the knight attendant and his group were completely compared, and Patrick did not find a specific target.

But a feeling like soreness spreads out of the heart, and it takes Patrick to take a deep breath to relieve it slightly. Patrick knows that he has seen this face or something similar.

"It should be because I didn't pay attention when I saw it, and then I flew over it at will." Patrick thought, his face fluttering even redder. The temperature perception range was increased to the maximum in the cross-pupil state, but none of the temperature imaging represented the enemy.

"Damn it, surgical development to control body temperature. The enemy has carried out several surgical development projects. The strength and speed are not strengthened by special surgical development projects. How can it be achieved by training alone?" The thoughts in his heart began to be confused. Patrick pulled out the ultimate alloy dagger he was carrying and was always on guard against attacks that might raid from any direction.

The brain is extremely oppressed, and Patrick needs to remember who the enemy is as soon as possible, so that he may have the chance to know the enemy's surgical development project information and find a breakthrough point in his current situation. The potion brought on his body has been inserted into his body, but the needle is artificially blocked by the muscles.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Although Patrick has always wanted to try out how the potion feels, he still hesitated when he really needed to use it: "You can continue to wait. At the speed of the enemy, you can obviously catch up with me. But it has been a few minutes since now, but there has been no movement. You will definitely not be able to find where I am hiding. Based on the traces of the bleeding, he should be able to judge my approximate range in the warehouse. If you check carefully, you will definitely have results."

"But why,,," he noticed that his leg was stabbed by a tactical knife and the wound had not healed yet, and the damaged communicator was still in his pants pocket. "Danriel! Do you have so confidence in yourself? Danriel cannot contact me and will definitely come over. The enemy is ready to solve all the troubles at once,,, I am being despised,,,"

He thought so in his heart, but Patrick still had no definite judgment on whether it was possible to solve the enemy with him even if Danryl arrived here.

"That kind of strength and speed seems to have developed a lot of surgical projects, and it doesn't look like a normal surgeon at all. Unless it is accumulated by time, the other party is very young, either the young man brought by the surgical physique or the normal age. What are the possibilities," Patrick took a deep breath and reminded himself not to panic. "Experiment? It seems that only rely on biotechnology, regardless of consequences and side effects, passively improved."

"But the experiment," Patrick's words were interrupted by a sudden thought at this moment, "Experience, those experimental subjects, Mr. Zero,"

"No, that's confirmed to be a dead person! The family also sent a team to the scene to investigate! But,,,,,,,,"

"I don't seem to have a good luck." Patrick finally got deflated, and his body became softer as he relaxed. He said to himself, the muscles that pressed the needle loosened, and a tube of potion was injected into his body. In two or three seconds, when the potion was passed through his body, dark red magma-like patterns began to appear on his skin.
Chapter completed!