24 hours to save the world

"Failed again!"

In the small dark room, the results of three consecutive failed assassinations made the senior military officials feel chills all over.

They felt that the sharp blade hanging above their heads was getting closer to their necks, and it might cut them off at any time and cut them in two. This horrific result made their faces paler, and until now, no one dared to speak.

"Conspiracy."

Chris Vargil spoke into the silence, his voice trembling.

"This is a conspiracy! I already said there was a problem, and now it seems that it is indeed the case."

The Black Soldiers were assassinated again and again, and they took Max out of the car again and again. They didn't understand it at first, but now all fools know what's going on. It's obvious that they want to find the Bug Man for research. The people behind the plan, but Max didn't confess, they wanted to use Max to fish.

This fish caught both parties unsatisfied.

This was an honest and fair way to lure them into taking the bait, but they had to take the bait because if they did nothing, they would be dead when Max confessed everything.

General Woodick was so anxious that he was sweating profusely: "What do you say? I have all the dead soldiers on my side, don't you have any good ideas?! If you have the means, use it as soon as possible. I am at the end of the line. !”

Woodick didn't care about conspiracy or not, it didn't matter whether his people would be captured alive, he only cared about how to kill Max.

Even Chris Vagil, the calmest of the three, looked desperate.

They had no intuitive feeling about the combat effectiveness of the black soldiers before, but now it seems that the elite combat power among ordinary people is nothing in the eyes of the black soldiers!

The fact that the black soldiers were so strong was far beyond Chris Wajir's expectations.

They were all a little desperate, and they increasingly felt that wanting to kill Max was a fantasy. But what if we don’t do this?

Just when everyone was desperate, Woodick's walkie-talkie rang.

Woodick turned on the intercom, set it to public and placed it on the table.

"General, the situation has changed! This time there is only one black soldier protecting Max!" The scout's voice came from the intercom, and the scout's words broke through the desperate atmosphere, causing everyone in despair to immediately raise their heads. !

"What? A black soldier? Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"Yes! I'm sure! There is only one black soldier. The black soldier is escorting Max out of the car and walking towards the residential area outside the square... No one is following him!"

Woodick's blood immediately surged when he heard it, and his eyes flashed with excitement!

"This is a good opportunity...!"

"No, wait, I suspect it's a scam!" Chris Vagil raised his hand to stop Woodick, who was about to jump up excitedly, "There were two elite black soldiers protecting Max before, so why is there only one left now? After three assassinations, each time more powerful than the last, how could they dare to send just one person to protect Max? "

Indeed, the situation is quite strange.

It was so strange that no one spoke in the dark room for a while.

But General Woodick was still excited: "Don't you even think about it? They just want to lure us into the bait! They are also afraid that we will fail too many times and dare not take action. In that case, they will lose the chance to capture us alive. The person’s ability, so they simply became bolder and directly sent a black soldier to protect Max, and wanted to continue to let us send people to assassinate Max!”

Woodick's voice could not suppress the excitement in this small dark room.

"Two black soldiers protected us perfectly, but if it were one black soldier, it might not be so easy. This is our chance!"

"What you said makes sense, but I still think there is a problem." Chris Vagil always felt that the Black Soldiers Organization would not be so stupid.

Catching alive is important, but the only ones they can catch alive are the killers they send out. So is it important to have Max? If the black soldier fails to protect him well, wouldn't he lose the rice by stealing the chicken?

Chris Vagil spoke out about his concerns.

Caroline also thought for a while, but she came up with a conclusion that was in line with the strange actions of the black soldier organization: "On the surface, they only sent one black soldier, which seems to be less protective than before, but... if this Are the black soldiers stronger than the previous black soldiers?”

"That makes sense..."

Jackson was completely confused. Listening to everyone's discussion, he just felt irritated: "Stop talking so much! Is there any other way we can go now besides continuing the assassination?!"

Chris Vargil and Caroline opened their mouths and trembled.

They sadly discovered that there seemed to be... no way out.

Jackson glared at Chris Vargil: "Chris Vargil, I know, you still have a trump card, right? If you don't have to come out again, there will be no chance of singing! As Woodick said, there is nothing better than this opportunity!”

Chris Vagil gritted his teeth: "Damn it... Now it seems that we can only use compound No. 199..."

The other three were shocked: "You still have compound No. 199 on hand now?! Aren't those all in the laboratory?"

Chris Vagil gritted his teeth and said: "Haha, idiot, do you really think that I, the director of the research institute, won't keep some secrets? To tell you the truth, I was actually planning to secretly cultivate a batch of my own after it was safe. The army, so I secretly hid a batch of compound No. 199, but I didn’t expect it to be used in this place now.”

Compound No. 199 is a by-product developed by the institute in the process of studying insect-men. It can temporarily strengthen the physical abilities of soldiers. However, excessive use will have sequelae, and some body tissues may become wormed.

Now was not the time to hide secrets. Chris Vajir made a call and began to arrange for the dead soldiers under General Woodick to be used for docking.

After making the call, Chris Vagil had a distressed expression on his face.

"If you don't die this time, you're really at a loss."

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"Master Prophet, it's not necessary, it's really unnecessary... Isn't it too dangerous to just ask you to escort me?"

Zhu Shijiu and Max walked on the deserted streets, lined with tall and low residential buildings. There were no traces of people in the residential buildings. All the residents had evacuated to Mount Hagen Square to wait for evacuation, so this residential area was even more crowded. It's like no man's land.

Zhu Shijiu explained casually: "If it is necessary, if you let two elite black soldiers escort you, wouldn't the credit for capturing them alive this time be given to others?"

"..." Max was about to cry. He suspected that Zhu Shijiu was joking with him. Could the legendary black soldier who had no emotions be so utilitarian?

"They may not come to assassinate me. If you ask me, let's just go back in a circle..." Max kept chattering, persuading him earnestly. He really didn't want to experience the excitement of being on the edge of death.

Zhu Shijiu took Max into an alley, kicked over an iron trash can, and said calmly: "Yes, they will come."

"Master Prophet, what are you...doing?"

"Go in."

Zhu Shijiu poured out all the garbage in the trash can that he kicked over, and then raised his gun at Max.

Max was dumbfounded: "What?"

"Hide in. It's too troublesome to carry you as a burden. I can't protect you during the battle, so go in and hide. Wait for me to come to you, otherwise don't come out."

Max's eyes widened.

"You...you mean, you want to leave me here alone and fight the killer by myself?!"

Zhu Shijiu shook the gun in his hand, and then shook the two guns hanging on both sides of his waist: "What, is there a problem?"

Max looked at the black muzzle of the gun pointed at him and swallowed: "Master Prophet, don't play with me. What if I am discovered?"

Zhu Shijiu said: "Just get rid of them before you are discovered. Can you get in? I'll give you ten seconds. Ten, nine..."

Max shouted and raised his hands in surrender: "I'm in! I'm in!" As he said that, he quickly got into the trash can.

Zhu Shijiu helped Max cover the trash can lid, then turned around and left the alley alone. Without even looking, he raised his hand and fired a shot at the upper left side!

In a residential building, the scout who witnessed Max hiding in the trash was about to pick up the walkie-talkie to report, but before he could report, he was pierced through the chest by a white laser.

Zhu Shijiu, who was walking on the street, glanced at the darkness around him and laughed.

"Hahaha... How could Compound No. 199 be allowed to be obtained by others?"

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