How Am I Still Alive?

"Ha, is this my end, in this deserted snow mountain?"

"Tota Lao Si" Tie Hao gasped for air, but not much air flowed into his body smoothly. Even after using regenerative medicine for temporary surgery, the damaged chest was still an accordion leaking air at will, with air leaking and "oil" everywhere. .

He lingered under a large rock, and as much blood as possible had been cleaned up around the temporarily dug hole.

But he knew that such a disguise could not hide the real hunter, let alone Cha Chao Chao who was searching everywhere.

"At least pass the information back."

He tore open his clothes tremblingly, took out the small package from his chest, took out the satellite phone from it, and tried to connect upwards.

In the process, a red thin book fell down. At that time, his work manual had the emblem of the great Eastern country on the front page.

Yes, he is a spy, or a sleeper intelligence agent.

He has been stationed in the border city for a long time, and this time he followed the convoy from the Red Star side.

This time, when the entire southern Siberia was in flames of war, he naturally dived into it, looking for the reasons and key points. But this time, as a high-level runner and sentinel, he encountered an opponent that was far beyond his ability to handle.

A suspected Siberian quasi-god passed by, and with just one glance, he was knocked out of the subspace.

He was not killed directly, maybe he was spared just because of Dongfang Face.

But having lost his means of concealment, he encountered powerful enemies one after another.

Although he managed to escape now, he tried to perform emergency surgery on himself.

"call"

His trachea was riddled with holes and blood was constantly seeping out. He was an ordinary professional. In other words, he did not have the outrageous immortality characteristics of many high-end professionals.

".Is that the end?"

Blood loss and hypothermia took away his physical strength, and his blurred vision revealed a nightmare-like reality. What made him most disappointed and helpless was that the special satellite (divine system) phone that was supposed to be effective had no effect at all.

Obviously, someone used some means to block all contact signals.

Tie Hao put down the phone and recorded his last words, hoping that after the shielding was cancelled, it would be able to take the initiative to distribute. But what made him even more disappointed was that even if he took this life, he still got nothing. The news he passed back was that a top-notch event did happen here. The great battle of combat power has no practical significance.

".At least, according to the rules, destroyed."

The specially-made satellite phone has a self-destruct mode, but documents, letters, and medals that prove identification must be destroyed by one's own hands.

He tried to reach out to the open document, and with just a touch, the fourth child of the "Tota King Brothers" who was famous for his brute strength could turn it into powder, but...

".I'm actually a little reluctant to part with it."

This may be the final proof of his life. If it is destroyed, even the body collector may not know what is written on the tombstone.

Considering his current position, he doesn't think there is a chance that his body will return to its roots. Every high-level professional is a kind of wealth in itself, not to mention the so-called "allies". The quasi-god knocked off his " The ability to "planar stealth" is to wait for yourself to die here so that you can easily recover the secret of being a spy.

Tie Hao shook his head. People in his profession always like to think too much.

The other party should have just casually dealt with him as a lurker, but when he saw that he had an oriental face, he spared a move.

He struggled to get rid of his own characteristics first, so as not to become unfavorable "evidence" in diplomatic negotiations.

"Snapped!"

But at this time, the sound outside made him startled.

He quickly got up and must hurry up

"boom!"

But at this time, the rocks being thrown up and the light falling caused him to fall into despair.

A man held the stone and looked down into the light. His eyes were fixed on the open work manual and the emblem on it.

"I"

The next moment, Tie Hao's face turned ferocious, and his body began to twist and deform. He overloaded his body without hesitation, preparing to use the secret method taught by the bureau to completely turn himself into a flesh and blood bomb.

"Instalments."

But after those strange words fell, his boiling blood suddenly returned to normal. The most incomprehensible thing was that the pain in his body was almost gone.

His trachea, which was leaking air everywhere, was actually healed? !

".No! The most outrageous thing is, how can it be Dongguo dialect?!"

At this time, after his eyesight recovered, Tie Hao could see clearly. The person lifting the stone and smiling at himself was a young oriental boy.

"Hey, brother from the Security Bureau? My special service team under the Alien Management Bureau, what are you busy with? Are you busy committing suicide? Do you need my help?"

Well, facing this wicked smile, what else could Tie Hao say? Call for help!

"Save me. Dig me out quickly. I've been hypothermic for a long time. Is there any medicine? Drinks will do! Also, don't do it next time. It's scary. I almost blew myself up."

While complaining, he carefully put the ID and the ultra-small satellite phone back into his arms.

But in the process, he was actually observing Lu Ping'an. If he believed Lu Ping'an just by saying something casually, he really wasn't worthy of going out to make a living.

Lu Pingping, who was holding the stone, shrugged and said nothing.

In fact, if the man in front of him hadn't thrown out his ID and seen the emblem of the great eastern country with his true eyes, he might not have passed through several kilometers of dangerous zones and solved a lot of troubles to come here.

Ten minutes later, at another temporary station, looking at the spy brother who was holding a braised pork can, chewing on it and crying, Lu patiently waited for the exchange of information.

Beside the wall, there was a brown-haired guy and a blond-haired guy, looking at Lu Ping'an with fear on his face.

"It seems that one of them is a follower, and the boss he followed is dead, and the other one is probably a mercenary. If you are professional, you can help me ask questions later."

Lu Ping'an gave a brief introduction and offered to exchange information.

He could see that the opponent was at least a sixth-level sentry. Professional scouts like this were rare and weak in combat effectiveness, but they were really useful in situations like this.

"I was originally a disciplinary officer, but since I am one of ours. Well, this is a big secret. I took the risk and overheard it from a quasi-god. It seems that a fragment of a god fell here."

Lu Ping'an opened his mouth wide, a bit in disbelief. Is it because your acting skills are so good, or because you really only know this.

Is this information you just knew? Then what were you doing here to join in the fun?

".Well, it seems I can't really blame him."

Lu Pingan thought for a moment and shook his head. He seemed to have taken it for granted.

The Moon God disconnected from this world and dropped the fragments here. It was originally an unexpected incident more than ten hours ago. In fact, there should not be many people who knew about it. After all, it involves the mystery of the gods.

The intelligence personnel at the grassroots level probably only know that there is something important to find, and as a spy from the Eastern Kingdom, they naturally come to find out what happened when they see your army set off.

In other words, now that so many people are killing so happily and so many people have died, I'm afraid 99% of them don't know why.

".I know, it's the fragment of the Moon God. Okay, listen to me, that's what I'm here for. You help me, I'll help you. Brother Tie, you don't want your wife to be without a husband, and your daughter to be without a father. Bar."