Steel steam and flame

Climbing to the window, Milton finally showed a little joy on his face. Dozens of steel-cased bombs exploded at this moment, and the impact carried countless shrapnel and pushed him to the corner under the window. The clothes were in pieces, the surface of the body was damaged to a blur, and the oozing blood pooled together and dripped on the pitted ground.

As if due to some kind of deep surgical development, neither the artillery nor the steel-cased bomb fragments fatally injured Milton. The skin was far tougher than that of ordinary surgeons. It was like a powerful body armor that came with it. The shrapnel could not effectively penetrate into his body, and was all blocked by that layer of skin and embedded there.

When Milton stood up with his body hunched over, his muscles squirmed, and the shrapnel was regarded as foreign objects. Pieces were squeezed out of his body and fell into a pool of blood.

Not daring to stay for a moment, Milton was just thinking about how to escape as soon as possible and leave this residence. Climbing out of the window, Milton grabbed the edge of the window with his hands, trying to use his strength to get to the next floor. This is the thirteenth floor, and the impact brought by the height of dozens of meters is not something he can withstand.

"Vane!" Milton shouted in panic, expecting the people in the temple opposite to provide him with cover. But before he could turn his head, two sharp, piercing sounds rushed into his eardrums in an instant. The wall beneath his body exploded. Before Milton could feel anything, he saw two legs spurting out blood between the pieces of rubble on the wall.

"Ah! How could this happen! How could this happen!" As if he was about to cry, his legs were broken by sniper bullets, and pain spread throughout his body. Milton's brain couldn't recall what it felt like to cry.

The arm developed tremendous strength under the stimulation of pain. While roaring in pain, Milton suddenly propped up his body and launched himself upward. Feeling his body flying up, he straightened his arms, trying to grab the window edge of the upper floor that he was about to touch.

"Bang!" A crisp sound hit him hard from above, and several pieces of glass fell down, hitting him in the face. He closed his eyes subconsciously, and the glass scratched his face without breaking the tough skin. But when he opened his eyes, the hot blood that was about to regain hope suddenly froze at this moment.

Several dark gun muzzles protruded from the window and were pointed at his head steadily. The cold eyes behind the masks made him forget that he should grab the window sill that he had already reached. Then several gun muzzles were turned around, spitting flames at his arms.

He could no longer feel the pain, and in Milton's eyes there was only the faint muzzle flash that represented death. The body and two severed arms fell together, and he did not forget to shout "Vine", looking forward to being rescued. But his body turned around as he fell, and his eyes blurred in a brief moment of trance.

In the blood he spurted out, he seemed to see the house opposite where Varn was. The window was also shattered into pieces by the explosion, and several people rushed out of the window like him.

The sound of firecrackers suddenly sounded, forming a circle, completely surrounding Milton in the middle. Countless bullets poured out from behind him, and the trajectory dragged smoke and intertwined into a vague net. Vane and several of his men also completely smashed their eyes while Milton smashed them. Blast to smithereens by acid platinum bullets.

Only then could he fully see the body fragments of Varn and several other people mixed together, as well as the people forming a circle behind the fragments, who were also wearing masks and looking at him.

"Ah..." Milton wanted to roar out, but his voice was hoarse and his throat felt clogged. The sharp roar came out of his mouth and was completely extinguished with a mouthful of blood. His body twisted and his head was so confused that he had no idea what to do now. But he didn't want to die like this. He wanted to pray to the gods, and the idea came to him, and it seemed to come true.

Several pairs of steady hands stretched out from the window below, dragged his body, and then pulled him into the room.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me,,,don't,,,kill,,me,,," Milton spit out blood as he spoke, and his breathing gradually became weaker. He felt like he was lying on a solid floor, surrounded by a circle of people wearing masks looking at him, as if they were admiring a piece of art carefully crafted by them.

"All teams immediately enter the house to place the platinum gunpowder. Regardless of whether it is broken into several pieces, as long as the head is intact, there must be several bullet holes in it!" Dale Adam said immediately, "Communications team, report your situation immediately!"

"Deputy commander, we found that the communicator left by the enemy had been destroyed during the attack, but the core was left behind. It is now being urgently connected to their frequency according to the storage mechanism above. It will take about a minute."

"Okay, you hurry up. After the explosives are planted, all teams retreat as planned. The limo is next to the building. The heavy machine guns are discarded. Teams 1 to 6 leave in the limo. Teams 7 to 12 go to the underground sewers. The remaining teams Immediately disguise yourself. After leaving here, find a limo to reach the designated location. Sniper team, throw away your heavy objects. You have to speed up. The enemy has discovered the movement here. Special team, go after you leave here. To communicate with the black market trafficking network here, I need to know the general situation of the dark world here soon."

"Copy that!" Multiple voices sounded at the same time, and Delya breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where's the medical team?" Delya looked at the door of the apartment that had just opened. "Inject the cardiotonic, hemostatic, and stimulants quickly. This person won't die yet. By the way, there's also an antidote. Inject five times the amount. We need him to say a few words later. Don’t forget the tranquilizer, that’s the most useful thing.”

"Communications team, are you okay?" While talking, dozens of injection needles were inserted into Milton's neck at the same time. The potion took effect in about ten seconds. The pupils in the eyes that were gradually expanding suddenly contracted to a point, and the weak breathing began to revive. "Put it in a bag and don't let the blood flow in the stairs."

"Deputy leader, the connection has been successfully completed. We will rush to your place immediately."

"At the entrance of the stairs, remember to prepare the loudspeaker." Delya replied using another dedicated communicator to contact Cassia. "Captain, the plan has been successfully completed. We are retreating. There is an enemy alive. But I don’t know if he is their commander. It seems that there is only one communicator, and our people have already connected to their frequency.

"Thank you, very good news. Please write down my words next. This is for the living enemy to say."

Del Adam immediately took out the paper that had been placed there in advance from his trouser pocket, dipped his fingers into a little of the enemy's blood in the bag, and wrote the words "Save me" on it in Imperial language.

At this time, several people from the communication team also came down the stairs and joined Delya and others.

"Deputy Captain." The captain of the communication team handed over the microphone. He also took the communicator from Delya's hand and installed it on the loudspeaker.

"Can you hear me?" Delya opened the bag and looked at Milton, whose face was covered in blood.

"Don't... kill..."

"As long as you can hear it." Delya interrupted Milton directly, "Just wait a moment and you repeat these two words. Then maybe we can let you go. Now with the technology of the empire's mechanics, use the mechanical arm It is completely feasible to replace your original limbs. But if you say one more irrelevant word, what your teammates look like, I guarantee that you will definitely look like that too!"

Seeing Milton nodding, Delya asked his men to open the communicator. After a second or two of noise, a rough voice came: "Milton, what's going on! What's going on over there? I saw an explosion here! "

"Help me,,,help me,,," Milton was in pain, as if begging. Delya waved her hand at this time, and several people beside her swung blazing guns, and hit him on the back of the neck with several gun butts.

Seeing that the enemy fainted, Delya asked someone to turn on the loudspeaker and move the microphone closer.

"So his name is Milton?" Cassia's confused voice echoed in the stairwell.

,,,,,,

A sudden silence fell on everyone.

"Who are you?"

"Aren't you looking for me? Some of you thought you were too slow, so I took the initiative to look for you. But it seems that everyone is not very lucky and couldn't meet each other. It's a pity that I didn't see you here. .”

"Ah,,, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgot, you are still in that building! I thought you all retreated back. I'm really sorry, I didn't notice these things." Cassia deliberately prolonged her voice, He wanted to laugh a little, but he tried his best to hold it back, "Then next time, everyone can take a rest, and I will leave here first. My health has been getting worse and worse recently."

"Zizi" the words fell, and the communication was cut off on time.