Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty First Big Shot

There was the sound of footsteps going away in his ears, and Allen, who was hiding behind the tree, almost thought he heard it wrong.

This convoy obviously belonged to the Federation, but it was definitely a shocking secret that they actually made deals with the Catus.

He hadn't intended to bother with a mysterious convoy whose logos had been deliberately scratched off to conceal all information. But now it was another matter, Allen slid down from the tree without a sound. In the wilderness outside the forest, the tactical flying car has started to move again. Allen leaned over and galloped, he stepped on small steps, his figure was blurred in the night. Strangely, under the height, there was no sound of breaking through the air as before, just like that, he came to the rear of the chariot silently. Short body rushed to the bottom of the car, and then reached out to grab the chassis, the chariot floated up at this moment, and began to move forward.

He had already thought about it before, someone in the Federation leaked information to the enemy, otherwise the other party would not be able to intercept the fleet accurately twice. Now seeing this convoy with his own eyes and hearing the conversation of the two soldiers confirmed his thoughts even more. Sure enough, there is an insider in the federation, and he is eager to know who that person is? If this traitor is not found out, not only the Federation may suffer a defeat in this war, but even the children of their families who choose to hunt freely may not be able to return.

Thinking of his own actions and the enemy's general knowledge, Allen felt a chill down his back. Fortunately, it's not too late now.

When the Devil's Praise came to Allen, he had already awakened as the first-order blood hymn. The blood-red short knife inserted into the chassis of the speeding car, cutting through the alloy armor as easily as cheese. Allen tore out a gap in the chassis for him to pass through, and when a regular piece of armor fell on the thick snow in the wilderness, Allen had already entered the rear cabin of the speeding car through the gap. There are two rows of containers stacked here, with fuel signs on one side and weapons on the other.

Allen took back the source device, opened the weapon box, and picked out a brand new magic rifle in it. The rifle only has second gear, and the ability to set the magic energy sequence is also very common. Hurricane Shot, a very common ability, can make Yuanli bullets shoot out at a faster speed, so as to achieve the effect of fast attack. Allen shrugged. Now this kind of weapon is useless to him, but to kill the enemy with it, it does not need to release the ability, and it will not attract the attention of the strong in the convoy.

There is only an automatic door as a partition between the rear cabin and the cab. Allen walked over and tapped it lightly.

"You know Ben, I'm so sick of that woman. She wants so much I can't keep up. God knows how many men climbed on her asshole when I wasn't home."

"So you got a young bitch, didn't you? Damn, what's her name, only fifteen?"

"Her name is Qiao Li, to be precise, she is only fourteen years old.

But you wouldn't know it, she's just so fucking hot on the dick. "

The two men smiled knowingly. There were only two seats in the cab of the tactical flying vehicle, and there was no third soldier in the vehicle. So when there was a knock on the door from behind the automatic door, both of them smiled.

"What's going on?" Sitting in the co-pilot seat, the soldier named Bane looked suspicious.

Lauder, who was driving the car, frowned and said, "Something touched the door, or is there a ghost hiding in our back cabin?"

"That's a cold joke. I'll see what's going on." Ben unbuckled his seatbelt, picked up his rifle under the seat, and put on his tactical helmet.

"Be careful, buddy."

"I know." Ben made a gesture, unlocked the safety lock of the magic rifle, and walked to the automatic door. He adjusted the rifle to an angle where he could shoot at any time, then reached out and entered a series of passwords on the combination lock next to the automatic door. After the intelligent brain showed that the input was correct, the automatic door opened with a soft "click". The moment the door opened a crack, Ben raised his rifle and poked into the dark space of the rear cabin.

After finding that there was no one in the cabin, he walked in and turned on the light switch next to him casually. The lights on both sides of the cabin came on, and then Ben saw a gap in the ground. Looking through the gap in the chassis, he could also see the receding snow field and the occasional shadow of a grass ball.

"Damn it." Ben lost his voice.

Lauder asked in the cab: "What's wrong?"

"A gap..." Ben said back, but suddenly froze. There was no one there just now, but one more figure appeared at some point. In the light of the cabin, he looked like a hunter wandering in the wild. Covered with a cloak made of animal skin, inside are tattered clothes and damaged armor. On the back was a blood-colored heavy knife with a fierce shape, but in his hand was the magic rifle of the federal army. Judging from the style, it seems to have just been taken out of the weapon box in the left hand.

The man suddenly stepped forward.

Ben swore he had never seen such rapid movement. Almost as the opponent's figure leaned slightly, that figure already occupied all of his field of vision. With a chill in his chest, Ben seemed to know what happened. He shook his head vigorously, trying to tell himself that things should not be like this. But through the shield of the tactical helmet, he saw the opponent's hand pressing against his chest from the corner of his vision.

A handle protruded from that hand, and a gemstone carved in the shape of a devil at the end exuded a bloody halo. Ben felt that those were his blood, and then the world quickly turned cold. At the end of his life, all he could see clearly was a silver head and two ruby-like eyes.

Allen put down the body gently, and crashed into the cab with lightning. The magic rifle was pointed at Lauder's head, and he said in a calm tone: "From now on, you must listen to me. Unless you don't want to see that Joely again, then now, tell me your name."

"Law...Lord. Listen sir, this is irrational behavior, do you know what you're doing? I bet if you knew who we were, you'd freak the shit out of you."

Allen smiled, and Lauder had to admit that the intruder's smile was bright. Like the sunshine in March, it warms people's hearts.

"Then Mr. Lauder, what advice do you have?"

"I suggest you get out of the car immediately, I can pretend nothing happened, really."

"Including me killing one of your colleagues?"

"Ben? Damn it, yeah, I just pretend I didn't see it."

Allen shook his head, his smile disappeared suddenly, his expression was like the sun in March, and suddenly turned into the cold winter at the end of the year: "Mr. Lauder, I'm not a child, so don't lie to me with such nonsense. Don't say get off the bus, I As soon as you turn around, you will shoot at me. Even if you miss, you will immediately report how many soldiers will chase and kill me. One hundred? Or two hundred? Oh, you also have a colonel, what is his name coming?"

Beads of sweat appeared on Lauder's forehead. He finally realized that he had underestimated the big boy in front of him. His thoughts were much more careful than that childish face, and he even knew that there was a colonel in the convoy. Lauder was a little uncertain how much Allen knew.

"I know what you're doing. Honestly, Mr. Lauder, what you're doing is pretty nasty. We're at war with those big rhinos, oh, and the goddamn Golems. And you, the Shadow Star Diamond Such strategic materials are sold to the other party. I guess, do the Catus have dark matter cannons or black hole weapons in their hands? Or how can they use things like phantom star drills. "

Lauder's heart pounded, and a voice inside screamed: Kill him, he knows too much.

"Your heart is beating fast, it's not a good sign. Don't make any plans, Mr. Lauder. Now tell me which regiment you belong to. Who is the colonel in the convoy, and the coordinates of your final destination. I need to know this, I promise, as long as you don't hide it, then I can get you out of the car. Of course, I have to let you sleep for a day or two."

Lauder opened his mouth, just about to say something. At this time, the communicator next to it lit up, which made the soldier's expression very contradictory.

Allen put a gun to his head: "You should know what to say. Mr. Lauder, I believe that when you choose to betray the Federation, you have no honor and loyalty at all. I hope you don't suddenly remember at this time. These things. If you don't, you'll probably have to say goodbye to that beautiful Miss Jolly."

Lauder showed a bitter smile and reached out to pat the communicator. A faint voice suddenly sounded from the device: "What's the matter, No. 7, why didn't you answer immediately? Did something happen to you?"

"No, no. Colonel Bulla, it's just that Ben just made a joke, and I didn't realize it for a while." Lauder replied.

"Joke? You're so laid back, Mr. Lauder. For God's sake, keep your mouths shut. Now, do my job seriously."

The communication was interrupted, and the sharp meaning sounded from the device, as if the other party had thrown the walkie-talkie down heavily.

"This Colonel Bra has a bad temper." Allen sat in the co-pilot seat, still pointing the gun at the driver: "Okay, let's talk, where did you come from?"

Betrayal is always a difficult first step. But as long as the first step is taken, the next step will be much easier. Lauder had tricked that Colonel Bulla, and he had already undergone subtle changes psychologically and before. He recruited most of the information, but the information surprised Allen. There is no doubt that the members of this convoy are all from the federal army. But the soldiers and officers are not from the same legion, like the Lauder in front of him, who is a corporal in the death spread. And the dead Bane was a first-class soldier of the Iron Fist Legion.

And Colonel Bulla, but from the Golden Lion. In this way, it is not easy to infer the identity of the mastermind behind the scenes from the legion the soldier belongs to, but everything is always relative, and being able to draw these soldiers and officers from many legions also indirectly explains one thing.

That's a big guy with a lot of weight!