Holographic Showdown

"I hope that one day we can take off our military uniforms, let go of the honor that we tried so hard to protect, muster up the courage to tell you my feelings for you, and spend those ordinary years in our peaceful and prosperous hometown every year. 』

In the seven days since No.60 came to this ghostly place, Xie Zhen's reputation has spread from the fighting field of the garrison headquarters to the shooting range and even further. He was once evaluated by the alphas as a "deadly fighter", but this is only what people see On the surface, after all, which powerful alpha would let people see him healing his wounds alone in the middle of the night?

This state lasted until the third month when the peacekeeping missions were intensified, and it eased up a bit. Few people came up to find faults and fight. Instead, they were carried out with heavy missions. That team of hardcover Cook soldiers.

One afternoon, intelligence agents sent to the southern theater that there were signs of terrorist actions, and there was a lot of movement. Creel immediately led several trusted old military friends to pack up their equipment and prepare to investigate the specific situation.

Passing the shooting range on the way, I ran into Xie Zhen who was practicing sniper rifles. He raised his hand and greeted the beauty as usual. This time, the other party did not ignore him. Instead, he looked at him and saw him and his companions all dressed up. Raising eyebrows: "Are you going out?"

Creel was very happy that he was willing to talk to him, and happily extended the invitation: "Yeah, do you want to go catch mice with us?"

He thought that Xie Zhen would refuse, and he even guessed what kind of eyes the other party would turn to look at the sniper rifle in his hand, but who knew that the man put the gun away and put his back on his back, nodded and replied: "Somewhat interested."

"It's a real pleasure for me."

Creel was fascinated by his eyes, and the hearts in his pupils almost spread out of his eye sockets. When he saw the other person walking towards him slowly, he couldn't help saying: "Bellapiccovolpe."

Xie Zhen returned the chilling look with half-lidded eyes, turned around and went into the military tent to sort out the equipment, and Krell just stood outside waiting for him so foolishly.

When the jeep with camouflage and green patterns drove out of the barracks, Creel finally stopped paying attention to Xie Zhen, drove the car seriously, and took the nearest path to the southern war zone. .

Xie Zhen on the co-pilot was leaning against the open window, with almost half of his body stretched out of the window, looking through the goggles vigilantly at some inconspicuous places around him with his sharp eyes, occasionally removing the sniper rifle The magnification lens on the camera acts as a telescope to check, and never miss any blind spots that may hide danger.

The southern war zone is the ruins of an old city named Bahamut. A few years ago, it was the most luxurious and prosperous commercial city in this area. Bombing for a husk with embers.

Looking around, you can see the desolation and desolation after the destruction of peace and prosperity. There are also some old, weak, sick and disabled homeless people on the dilapidated streets. Most of them stay in the posture of sitting or lying down with scars. on a dirty road.

Outside the city gate, there were several sentries from the garrison guarding the gate. Xie Zhen and their vehicles drove into the city naturally after greeting their colleagues in front of the city gate.

The moment the tires passed the city gate, everyone in the car except Creel clenched their weapons and turned their eyes to the street outside the car window, officially entering the full-level alert state.

Xie Zhen is a little more troublesome, because he is in the co-pilot and has the largest visible field of vision, but Krill's safety needs to be taken into account, and a little bit of trouble may be a sign before the start of the fight.

What is reassuring is that after a long time, the events with high probability that they were worried about did not happen. Although this dilapidated city was dead and silent, it was silent.

But this kind of peace did not last long. When the vehicle was passing the wide but bumpy commercial avenue, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted in the building area in the southwest direction, accompanied by the complete destruction of the already fragmented buildings and falling construction debris The debris ignited the panicked screams of the crowd.

Creel turned the direction with a skillful sudden brake, stepped on the gas pedal with his right foot, and the jeep galloped towards the source of the explosion at a very fast speed. Xie Zhen picked up the walkie-talkie at his waist and dialed a signal to other scouts.

"Hey, my dear Piccolavolpe." The expression on Creel's face gradually showed a little excitement that only soldiers face in the battlefield. He turned the steering wheel with both hands and avoided the flow of people as much as possible. It's coming out soon, are you looking forward to it?"

"good."

Xie Zhen borrowed a submachine gun from the person in the back seat, clutching his right hand, and holding the walkie-talkie with his left hand, and quickly reported the situation: "Call B37team, thisisA15, we have found a sign of the enemy in the southwest of Bahamut city. Wear on the way to track. Request to gather around..."

Considering that the team of the friendly army may also be composed of volunteers from different countries, they chose to communicate in English. This operation was directly and fiercely shown to Creel, who was driving, and Sarajima, who was from France in the back seat. Praise without hesitation: "Xie, you are simply a smart Chinese who is proficient in multiple languages."

Creel laughed flamboyantly and heroically and said, "That's for sure. Who said he is a Piccolavolpe from the East?"

After negotiating the general content, Xie Zhen put away the walkie-talkie and said inexplicably: "Stop and turn around."

"Oh, don't be joking, my dear!" Creel almost wondered if his ears were delusional. Unexpectedly, Xie Zhen's next words shocked the crowd: "We were tricked by mice, what just happened Some personnel of B37 were there at the place where the explosion occurred. Not to mention that one of the members was accidentally injured, there was no trace of the rat. Obviously, this bomb was used by them to divert the tiger away from the mountain. The real destination of the rat is still unknown, but it is definitely related to the flow of people. The clustered areas cannot be separated from the relationship."

The only valuable things left in this city seem to be the old, weak, sick and disabled original residents. Judging from the situation of those illegal violent organizations and the high-level government officials who have moved to the affiliated city for so many years, those people can just Used as hostages in exchange for benefits.

Creel gritted his teeth and cursed in Italian, and quickly turned the steering wheel to return the same way.

When passing through Cross Street, another familiar blasting sound attracted their attention. The difference from the last time was that this time it was mixed with the sound of flying bullets. Creel did not stop, but asked Xie Zhen: "Dear Piccolavolpe, what shall we do now?"

Xie Zhen had no intention of arguing with him about the nasty nickname, and turned his head to look at the people in the back seat: "I guess it's attracting firepower again. It might have kidnapped refugees, and it's also a threat to this place. Whoever of you is good at marksmanship, come one." Come with me to pick up the odds and ends."

Without waiting for the people in the back seat to give a reply, the jeep braked suddenly and stopped unexpectedly. Xie Zhen, who has always been steady and steady, almost fell from the passenger seat to the back seat. He barely grabbed the edge of the window to stop He was about to swear, when Creel opened the door and got out of the car and said, "Benzlin, you drive to B37, and Piccolavolpe and I will deal with the little mouse."

Xie Zhen had no objection, took the gun and got out of the car.

Three or four yellow men holding scorpion submachine guns walked out of the east alley of Cross Street. Most of their faces were painted with brightly colored camouflage paint. The middle-aged woman's neck was as relaxed as carrying a chicken, and she was roughly dragged slowly out of the alley.

"Hey, my dear, is there a saying in China called 'Use more to bully less'?" Creel whistled in a rather good mood, and checked whether the gun in his hand was in normal use. The bright golden eyes burst out with murderous intent, "If it were me, I would never continue to threaten my opponent with hostages so stupidly." He stretched his muscles and bones as he spoke, "I will immediately eliminate the two people in front of me." What an incompetent fool in my opinion."

Xie Zhen raised his eyebrows and sneered, holding the hand of the submachine gun steadily at a height that was more than enough to retreat. When the distance between the group of people and them continued to shrink, he suddenly raised the gun and shot today's first substantial bullet. A sexual bullet—a nine-millimeter bullet pierced the leader's forehead.

Creel didn't have time to admire Xie Zhen's marksmanship, which almost used the submachine gun as a sniper rifle. The woman who was still kidnapped clearly felt the restraint around her neck disappear, and the burly and tall man behind him suddenly collapsed to the ground, with the back of his head bleeding out. The scarlet liquid soaked the large expanse of sand.

The ragged woman let out a scream of fear subconsciously. The man next to her raised her gun angrily and wanted to kill him, but his expression froze at the moment when he was about to pull the trigger, leaving scalding pain on his neck. The fresh blood came and fell down like the boss.

Creel let out a muffled laugh from his throat, and several bullets fired at the remaining few rookies in the gust of wind. This seemingly complicated struggle was only separated in the passage of a few minutes. win or lose.

Xie Zhen put away his gun and walked over to help the woman, and brought him to a slightly safer flat open area. He was about to leave with Creel to join the team, but the woman suddenly stopped him and spoke to him in a very earnest tone. He said: "Powerful soldier, could you dome avor" (powerful soldier, could you do me a favor?)

"What can I do for you, madam"

The woman shed two lines of tears in pain, her dusty cheeks became even more messy after being wet with tears, she tremblingly stretched out a hand to fumble in her pocket: "I...I'd like to ask you to help me find myson. I'll show you his picture right now. "(I want to ask you to help me find my son, I will show you his photo right now.)

Xie Zhen waited patiently until the woman took out from the deep pocket something like a small cloth bag wrapped in an old handkerchief, and she used her short five fingers to untie the knot on it. Looking around, Creel accidentally glanced at the woman, but saw that the untied small cloth bag contained no photos at all.

But white powder.

Creel's nerves were tense in an instant, and he returned to the moment when the city first exploded. He flicked his arms and stretched towards Xie Zhen: "Be careful——!"

The woman grabbed a handful of powder and quickly waved it towards the soldier who was close to him. She was so proud that an almost ferocious expression bloomed on her dirty cheeks. Unexpectedly, at the short last moment when she was about to succeed, the man suddenly Dodging, he avoided the white powder scattered in mid-air in time.

"Ahhhhhh——" the woman screamed frantically.

In the next second, a sharp dagger completely blocked her throat, and she collapsed with bloodshot eyes staring at her.

Xie Zhen withdrew the dagger indifferently, looked down at the still warm blood stains on the blade, turned his head and asked Creel, "Excuse me, did you bring your handkerchief?"

"My God..." Faced with such a sharp reversal, Creel was in shock for a while. Hearing Xie Zhen's question, he froze for several seconds before making a groping move, "Honestly Say, I was really scared just now."

"Such moves often appear in Chinese TV dramas." Xie Zhen still looked calm and composed, "That little cloth bag doesn't look like it's used to hold photos, I'm just waiting for her to be completely exposed. Give me enough reason to get rid of her."

Hearing this, Creel couldn't help cursing: "Oh, my dear, look at this group of cunning damn rats, we must catch them all today."

Xie Zhen took his white handkerchief and gently wiped off the blood on the gleaming blade, then handed it back to Krell: "Go back and pay you for a new handkerchief, you can throw this one away."

Creel hesitated to speak after taking it, and finally closed his mouth, and entered the state of alert again and rushed to gather with the team with him.

After such an earth-shattering toss, Bahamut City, which was left with only a broken body, became even more desolate and desolate, like a dead leaf butterfly with broken wings struggling in the desert, unable to stand any more pressure. The wind is blowing.

The operation of this illegal and violent organization was a complete and complete failure. Not to mention the heavy casualties, several prisoners were captured alive, and they were escorted and interrogated by a special car from the military camp.

Xie Zhen and Creel returned to the camp in the jeep they drove when they came, but this time they changed the view of others driving and holding the passenger seat. He sat on the right side of the back seat by the window to heal his wounds Do simple processing.

The jeep followed the special vehicle that escorted the captives back, and the road they drove was no longer the shortcut they had taken when they came. The endless desert plain was scattered with sparse vegetation, and the bones of dead animals could be seen from time to time.

The setting sun rampages wildly in the vast twilight like the light of dawn, splashes on it like hot blood, and occupies it like a frightened bird, spreading its wings like a frightened bird. It is spectacular and bright, but it always reminds the past of the lonely city behind it. Melancholy.

The war destroyed the accumulation of civilization and development from generation to generation. Therefore, Xie Zhen often wondered whether the things he had pursued for many years would dissipate like the ignited smoke if the world was truly peaceful one day. Lose.

And those trivial old conflicts with Shen Yunting, will it never happen again?

Perhaps yes, if such a moment really comes, he thinks that Shen Yunting will no longer have to leave his hometown for several years because of border conflicts, and the school will no longer have to use the promotion of talents as a gimmick to approve volunteers to garrison and such a life-and-death dilemma ghost place.

Thinking of this, Xie Zhen involuntarily smiled wryly, his brows and eyes were slightly raised, he looked at the changes in the outside scenery calmly, thinking of a person thousands of miles away in his heart.