Chapter 815: Clues

Talikova opened her small mouth into an o, and looked at Laura who came out of the cave in disbelief. The aura on her body still seemed weak, but it didn't have the smell of being shrouded in death before. The unnatural blush on his face has completely disappeared, and his face is still a little pale, but his eyes have returned to their usual radiance. Talikova left Hubble and ran over, circled around Laura first, and then hugged her tightly.

Her head was almost buried in Laura's chest, and she said, "Great, Laura. Are you really okay?"

"It's okay." Laura confirmed.

"How did that person cure you? You looked very serious just now." Talikova raised her small face and asked.

"Well..." Laura looked at Alan who came out later, and smiled lightly: "This is a secret."

Talikova showed two fangs: "I hate secrets the most!"

Allen also laughed, feeling something suddenly, when he looked forward. A cloud of black mist surged away silently, and Belmode emerged from the mist. He first looked at Laura, and then showed a meaningful smile. Looking at Allen again, he shrugged and said, "Let him run away."

"Who is it?"

"Human." Belmode said: "I only fought him once briefly, but it was enough. It was a man, probably under thirty years old. He had flaxen hair, glasses, and a cold look, but The hands are very hard, and they are very good at concealing movements, and the speed is also fast. I chased it for dozens of kilometers, but he threw it away."

Allen nodded: "There are few people here, and humans should not be active in this area. If they appear here, then it is basically certain that the other party is coming for me."

Everyone turned their attention to him.

Allen said solemnly: "Because the target he wanted to snipe should have been me."

Hundreds of kilometers away from the valley where Allen and others were located, there was a small fire flickering among the mountains. Seeing the fire, a group of spur dogs let out a low cry like choking. Suddenly, as if frightened by something, the thorn dog tucked its tail, quickly climbed down the mountain, and quickly disappeared into the night.

After a while, a person climbed up to this high ground. Les cursed a few words, waved his hand, and the head of a prickly dog ​​rolled to the side of a bush not far away: "These short-sighted things, if you don't teach them a lesson, you'll really think I'm a vegetarian."

The pack of spur dogs had been following them for some time, but after tonight, they probably didn't have the courage to continue. Because they already know that people like Les are not delicious prey,

But creatures more dangerous than them.

There was a sound of wind in the darkness, Les squinted his eyes, and a faint shadow quickly approached in his sight. A moment later, his adjutant Dill came nearby with a sniper rifle on his back. Seeing the burn marks on Dill's body, Les's eyes became a little dangerous: "Mr. Dill, if I remember correctly. My previous order should be to follow, look for, and keep an eye on our The target. There should be no combat instructions there, right?"

"I acted without authorization." Dill admitted generously.

Les looked at Dill with a headache. His adjutant is definitely a problem. And this trouble is still his own fault. He was the one who brought this bastard who was indifferent to others and even more indifferent to himself from the death row camp.

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) The egg was brought out. The torture techniques that Rice was so proud of didn't work on Dill. After all, no matter how clever the torture method is, the subject must be afraid of fear to be effective.

Like Dill, if Les is going to kill him, he will stretch his neck to make it easier for his boss. Les stroked his forehead and said, "Maybe you will give me an explanation, dear Mr. Dill?"

"The target was with two Hurma women at the time, and one of them obviously had a crush on the target. From the emotions and behaviors shown by the target, I made a simple assessment. If I do something to the woman, it will cause him At that time, I have a 70% chance of killing him." Dill reported like an emotionless machine: "But in the actual hands-on link, the target's reaction deviates from what I expected, so I screwed up."

"Seventy percent of the time you will do it? You can tell us, and then we will touch it quietly. At that time, our lovely Mr. Allen was probably happily riding that red ghost woman. Wouldn't it be better to kill him when he was in the air?" Is it?" Les shook his head again: "Damn it, why did he get involved with the red ghost, so I hate accidents the most."

"Anyway, I screwed up. According to the rules you set, I must accept the punishment." Dill suddenly flipped his hand and got an extra dagger. Before Les agreed, the dagger pierced his chest. He pulled it out, and the bloody arrow almost splashed on Les. Dill wanted to stab again, but Rice's hand had already caught him. He was a little puzzled and said: "There are still two knives?"

"Forget it, let's talk about the two knives after the mission is over. I still need your ability now. If you cripple yourself first, I'll beat you to hell?" Rice frowned: "Quickly stop the bleeding, and then go and inform Dunn That idiot, now is not the time to sleep with a woman, maybe we should go."

Rice nodded: "For a hundred kilometers, we only need forty minutes. But it is predictable that the other party will definitely leave."

"It doesn't matter, they'll be caught, if we hang on to them."

As Dill predicted, when Rice's two teams arrived at the camp where Allen and the others had rested before, the bonfire had long been extinguished, but there were still leftover barbecues left on the stone base, as well as the Skeletons of several spur dogs. While Dill was looking for the traces of Allen, Les stared at the skeletons, seemingly fascinated. Tang En next to him scolded: "What's so interesting about a few skeletons?"

"You know what!" Les cursed, but there was a gentle smile on his face, as if he was looking at his lover. He stretched out his hand, touched a skeleton lightly, and put the blood-stained hand to his mouth to suck it gently: "These poor thorn dogs are all skinned for human beings."

"Nonsense, don't those dogs still shed their skin?"

"It's not that simple." This time Les didn't care about Tang En's words: "Look carefully at these bones, their surface texture is so clean that you can't even find a knife mark. What does this mean? What does this mean? The guy who performed bone removal surgery on these dogs has a very deep understanding of the structure of creatures. Every cut goes with the texture of the muscles, and the skin and flesh of these dogs are untied, just like pulling off a piece of clothing Zipper is so simple and fast. Dunn, if you still don't understand what this means, I think you can go to hell."

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page.) Tang En's complexion finally changed. He looked like his head was full of muscles, but it was not really the case after all. The bald colonel still has some brains. If the person who dropped the knife has such superb knife skills, then when these knife skills are used on the human body, it must not be so comfortable. Just thinking about replacing the skeletons of those spiky dogs with human bones is enough for him to turn pale.

Dill came back after a while: "Found a cave, they should have stayed there. And this..."

He spread out his hand, and in the palm of his hand was a bullet, naturally it was the dirty bullet he fired. Dill said: "There was also some blood in the cave, it belonged to the red ghost woman. I hit her, and there was no gene breakdown agent in the dirty bomb. Apparently at the moment of impact, the needle was under pressure. Press the potion into the woman's body, but no red ghost's body was found in the cave."

"Maybe they took it away, or maybe he, like Dunn, likes playing with corpses." Rice made a nasty joke.

"No." Dill directly denied the boss's idea. His blunt and merciless approach made Tang En smirk, and Les's teeth itch, but he couldn't accuse Dill of anything. Dill is such a person, even if he is killed, he will not change, and accusations seem powerless. Dill said seriously: "I tasted the blood she left behind and got some vague information. I don't know what they did, but I can be sure that the red ghost is not dead and is healthy."

"You mean, our genetic medicine is ineffective against red ghosts?" Rice frowned, this is nothing unusual. After all, the guy who developed the medicine also designed it based on the genetic structure of most organisms. If the gene chain of the red ghost is different from the known widespread creatures, then it is reasonable that the medicine will not work.

"No, that's not the case." Dill denied again: "At that time, I could feel that the breath of the woman had indeed changed. In other words, the potion worked. But she survived, it can only mean that she or In the hands of the target, there is something that can reverse the genetic collapse."

"The red ghosts are not that smart, they are wildlings. It must be our Mr. Allen. This is getting more and more interesting. If he has that kind of thing in his hand, I believe it is worth more than his life." Rice touched his chin: "It seems that it is necessary to slightly correct the details of our actions."

Tang En said loudly: "You have no right to do that."

"Yes, I have no power. If you are upset, you can kill me." Les said unceremoniously, and then said: "But the bald head, it didn't say that we can't make some extra money during missions. Don't tell me you Never done that."

Tang En shrugged: "I want 40% of the proceeds."

"Thirty percent, if you have that thing, I will only give you thirty percent."

Tang En snorted, did not refuse, but acquiesced to Rice's assignment. Les clapped his hands happily and said, "Okay, cheer up everyone. I want you to open your eyes and find our Mr. Allen!"

Dill immediately ordered a few people to act with him. These people are the tentacles of the team, and they spread out, not letting go of any suspicious details. Under the leadership of Dill, who is observant and extremely cautious, the traces left by Allen are being found out one by one. These traces point to the same direction, but who knows if he left these clues on purpose?

(end of this chapter)

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