Steel Steam and Flame

"Oville and them?"

"It can't be wrong, it should be them. Be careful, and be prepared to retreat at any time. The information on Ovilia has not been figured out until now. It is necessary to calculate the safe route for the retreat in advance. Also, leave a little thought and pay attention. On the railway lines and roads around you, once you find heavy machinery or trucks, don’t care who it is and allow you to attack.” Ye Jielin hung up the communication and looked at Cassia and Sotagong, “The plan may be Soon there will be changes. I don’t need to say more about how to deal with the enemy? Of course, if it’s not Oville, it’s the best situation."

"I'll leave it to you here. It would be better for Cassia and I to find a place to hide. They just need to be prepared to be discovered. With Ovilia's head, I don't think we will meet us at the same time in the factory. The two will be a coincidence. If she really thinks that we came and hid in the factory to assassinate you, that would be the most ideal situation." Yejielin laughed, and she followed Cassia to the outside of the warehouse.

Cassia took a larger, thick dust-proof cloth, and Sotagon and Berta followed out of the house.

"It might be possible to hide in the warehouse." Sotagon suggested, it was very easy for the stacked huge pile of gears to hide the bodies of the two.

"Not very safe." Cassia considered more factors. He pointed to the area being tested. "We should have no problem standing on the side."

Sotagong watched the figures of Cassia and Yejielin being submerged by the rising steam. He turned around and saw that the communications chief also ran out at this time. "Master Sotagong, all the people on the outside security patrol team lost contact just now, and they didn't send signals on time!"

"I see." Sotagon nodded, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Notify those who are resting here to prepare for battle. You stay in the house and don't walk around randomly. The situation permits. Remember to delete the information stored in the differential machine in time. ."

"Okay, I'll go over and say to them now," the chief communications officer replied before turning to the room at the bottom of the warehouse and a few steps away. Amid the screams of steam erupting in the test area, there was a sharp trembling sound.

Sotagon and Berta all moved aside instinctively. With a few "dinging" sounds and slight sparks, a few steel nail-like objects were firmly nailed to the ground, and the trembling tail was still trembling. There was liquid seeping from around the gap where the steel nail-like object was nailed into the ground. At this moment, Berta’s nose reflexively sniffed. There was already a sour smell in the air, just like the one that exists in the hospital injection room all year round Kind of smell.

Sotagong immediately drew out his gun and shot the people hiding on the steel beam of the factory building. Several dark shadows were very flexible and all avoided.

"It's an anesthesia needle! Be careful!" Berta shouted at this moment. The communications chief in front of her was unable to escape just now, and fell to the shelf aside at this moment. Her feet have been bent, one hand is holding the shelf with difficulty, and the other hand reaches her back and wants to pull it out. Half of the anesthesia needles were inserted into his back, but within a second or two, he collapsed helplessly on the ground.

As soon as Berta wanted to help, Sotagong had hugged her body while shooting, and rushed to the side. More than a dozen anesthesia needles sank into the ground following his footsteps.

The sound of "ding, ding, ding," stimulated the eardrums of the two of them. It was originally a weapon specially prepared for this operation, not only the dose and concentration, but also the quality and power of the anesthetic needle itself. In a very short time, the air has gradually filled with sour smell.

Under the light, the light reflected by the anesthesia needle mixed with the intermittent blazing fire. It didn't last long. When Sotagong brought Berta to the finished product warehouse, the sound of firing had all disappeared, and only the sound of the machine on the side of the test area was sounding alone.

He and Berta each held their pistols to defend one side, and no one could be seen in the gap between the gears. But keen perception tells them that they have been surrounded.

"Maybe there are only two of us left." Sotagong said softly, and Berta said "um". "They are familiar with the layout here. The enemy should have the design drawings here."

"It's true that only you two are left." Botta's voice fell, and an ordinary male voice came from above their heads, and several anesthesia needles were also nailed into the shoulders of the two at the same time. "We also do the design drawings. Yes." Then a figure fell fiercely from mid-air like a voice, blowing a gust of wind and hitting between the two.

Sotagon and Berta quickly turned around, the effect of the anesthesia needle has begun to take effect. When they wanted to shoot, both of them were hit by the shadow's fist in the waist at the same time. The strength was estimated in advance, and it was not heavy, but the attack position and strength were just right. With the medicine in the anesthetic needle, the two of them The right half of the body briefly lost strength. The fingers were also somewhat numb and stiff, and the pistol couldn't be held at this moment, and it fell on the ground.

"Chichi" a few times, the dark shadow came to the two of them, and pressed the trigger again in an uneasy manner, and a few more anesthesia needles plunged into their bodies. Sotagun's body was unstable at first, and dizziness was already coming from his head, and he fell backwards, and Berta quickly stretched out his left hand to embrace his back.

It's just that Sotagong's body weight is not something that Botta's state can stabilize. The two staggered back together, and with a "bang", they leaned heavily on the piled gears. Sotagong also felt a tingling pain from his back, something pierced into his body with the help of his body's downward pressure.

He glanced at Berta, and when he turned his head, the dark shadow was already standing under the light. A very ordinary face, a little dark yellow, with a little smile. Wearing black clothes with a long dark gray trench coat. Some heavy objects hung in the windbreaker, pulling it straight, the man walking around only brought a slight swing.

"Mr. Sotagong, good evening, please forgive us for such a more violent way of visiting." The man said with apologetic expression, while observing the state of Sotagong and Berta. He refilled the anesthesia gun with ammunition, and was about to shoot again, and when the two of them fell asleep completely, several other shadow stations came to him.

"Enough, Frito." Thin fingers pressed the anesthesia gun.

"Ovilia?" Sotagon thought with a sneer looking at the woman who came out.

"Good evening, Mr. Sotagon." Ovilia greeted her, and she waved, and the people beside her walked over to inject half a tube of milky white medicine into Sotagong and Berta. Relieve the anesthesia in your body."

"Who are you?" Sotagang pretended to exhale a big breath of heat. At this time, Berta's condition improved a little, and he opened his mouth and breathed, "I don't remember having a conflict with people like you. . Or, are you the people from four days ago?"

"Trouble has always been an initiative. You only need to know that we are here to help you." Ovilia looked around, and she asked Sotagong and Berta to help him, "This is not a good place to talk. , Go to your test area first."

The two were dragged to the machine in the test area, with Ovilia and Frito walking behind.

"Mr. Frito~www.ltnovel.com~ Could you please check the inside of this factory." Ovilia looked at Berta's back and thought for a while and said, "There seems to be something else in the air that hasn't spread. taste."

"This is exactly what I like. The conversation is left to you." Frito said with a smile, and disappeared into Oville's eyes a few steps.

In the test area, Sotagon and Berta slumped on their chairs, and they were a little laborious to speak.

"Now can you tell me who you are? This method is not like coming to help us." Sotagon looked around, the technical engineer and ten armed men were all lying on the ground, in a coma. More than a dozen people held anesthesia guns around them, Sotagon's eyes swept over them one by one, his thoughts turned quickly, and he had already figured out what to say next.

"If you come over to go back to those people four days ago, I can only say that I am sorry." Sotagan smiled sarcastically on his face. "Four have died, and the remaining three are not so bad. OK. Move faster, and maybe you can save the lives of the remaining three people."

"Oh..." Ovilia seemed to be interested, her voice tactfully, "Are you seven?"

"Originally there should be eight, but I ran one, and shot a few shots of the high-pressure tank when I left. The steam explosion gave her a good cover." Sotagon felt a little regretful. "So, you are the eighth person? I just didn't realize that it would be a beautiful woman like you."

"In that case, I will take it as a compliment. Thank you, Mr. Sotagon." Ovilia replied politely, "It's just that there may be some deviations. I said I'm here to help you, although there are some ways. not good."

"My name is Ovilia Astus. After knowing their identities, they may be helpful for the next cooperation."

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