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Slums, integrated movement base.

All the windows were closed, and the room was extremely dim. Although it looked like a very common bungalow in a slum, the internal facilities were completely incompatible with the word "slum". The moment the windows closed, the noisy outside

The sound disappeared instantly, the whole room was pitch black and quiet, with only the sound of human breathing, like the sea at night.

The projector switch was turned on, and the pale light shone on the curtain, and countless dust appeared under the strong light. Occasionally, moths would fly to the front of the projector and were quickly removed by someone with a flying knife.

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"Why should we set our stronghold in a slum?" Mephist frowned and pinched his nose. The stinking smell of the slum made him very upset.

"Because it is outside the city, close to the city wall, mixed with fish and dragons, a typical area of ​​no-columnity." The regicide leaned on the chair and threw the flying knife.

"The most important thing is cheapness. A large part of the funding was used to buy source stones."

"But I can't buy it now..." W hit his head on the table with a bang, shaking the projector.

The regicide adjusts the projector position and presses the switch again. Because of the funding, this projector is also second-hand, sometimes good and sometimes bad.

"Now I think we can change a base and purchase some better equipment by the way." Mephist looked at the projector and turned dark.

"It's pretty good here. If you want to enter the city and find a stronghold, it's very troublesome." The regicide raised an objection.

"And the money is not caused by the strong wind. I can save a little bit, so I can save some fun for the leader."

"I understand the truth, but why doesn't this projector start working yet? What's the matter with just emitting white light?" Mephist knocked on the projector.

"I think it can be fried and it may be fine if it is fried." W took out a small explosive pack.

The regicide looked at the two people who were not adjusted and felt very tired.

What kind of evil did I do to work with these two stupid x?

Ten minutes later.

After changing to a new projector, the picture can finally be released. The Royalist and Mephist looked at the picture on the curtain and fell into deep thought.

W holding the popcorn feels that it is not enough to explode. I want to explode again.

"Can be able to exchange positions with the target...summon the medical warlock behind the spirit..." Mephist said softly as he looked at Valentine's performance in the image.

"There is absolutely a secret of this guy... He shouldn't be that weak. Last time in Buttermore, he slaughtered nearly a hundred soldiers with a hijab and killed the Envy, but here... he acted too much

Weak." The regicide also spoke. Last time she was ready to disguise herself and negotiate with Valentine, the regicide was fully prepared, for fear that Valentine would recognize her and integrate her

Sports are related. When she was at the negotiating table, the killer perception of the regicide told her that Valentine was just an excellent medical warlock. The adaptability of the Source Stone skill may be excellent, but it will definitely not be compared with other aspects.

Having to her was very confused, and it was also a reason why she was sure to kill her with one blow.

Of course, the woman called the dragon is different. The intuition of the regicide tells her that it is very dangerous. If you fight alone, it can only be a 50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-5

But when he saw this image, the regicide knew that she had guessed wrongly, and she underestimated the two people too much.

Valentine's move and transpose of the regicide is unheard of. As a veteran killer, she could not tell what the source stone technique this was. There was no similar spell in her memory. It was even possible that

The feeling of being very weak during negotiations was made by Valentine, just to make her relax her vigilance.

The destructive power shown by the dragon was beyond her imagination. Each punch of the dragon fighting in the image had a tremendous force and a long endurance. Judging from the performance in the image, the frontal combat regicide only has the advantage of weapon.

, you will lose within five minutes; if a sneak attack fails... there is only one outcome for the killer to fail in a sneak attack.

die.

Of course, she didn't treat the dragon as an opponent, and asked the killer to fight with the warrior. If she were either the brainless or the killer didn't want to live.

There are other people who deal with dragons, such as some stupid guy eating popcorn.

She is better off doing sneak attacks and cutting snatchers and nurses.

But the second half of the image also made him give up the choice of cutting the nurse.

Whose nanny can swing a sword bigger than himself with a Berserker head-on!

And there were some fights back and forth, and finally the Berserker was hacked to death by the nurse??

Even the cadres who were integrating the movement through a screen could feel the strong smell of blood coming from Valentine.

And the power shown by the last sword light that covered the sky.

"Another Avenger died."

Mephist threw the crutch directly onto the table, and the projector was hit -1hp.

"Our intelligence is time to update... There are too many secrets on this guy." The Kingslayer picked up the crutch that rolled in front of her and threw it to Mephist, and at the same time stood up to straighten the projector.

"Information? The information we obtained from Penguin Logistics, Chaolongshan, Extreme Network and other intelligence dealers about the Waivans combined has only one piece of paper, and only a few words are useful, almost exactly the same

!”

Mephist gritted his teeth viciously, and word by word popped out of his mouth.

"Valentin, the Waivan, left the Waivan Alliance because of the war, and showed extraordinary talent for source stone skills during the escape process. Later, it was absorbed by unknown organizations. It is very likely that Rhine Life."

"Yes, that's all. His family, friends, likes and dislikes, etc. There is no such thing as his weakness. Hundreds of thousands of dragon gate coins are exchanged for one sentence."

“That’s how the intelligence price is.”

The regicide didn't take this matter seriously at all.

"The last time in Buttermore, this time in Chernobyl, this guy showed a completely different fighting style and looked like two people."

"Let him and that dragon woman be the focus of attention. I have a premonition that when the plan is going on, these two people will definitely come out to make trouble." The regicide issued an order.

"Tsk, I'm obviously the commander." Mephist was very upset at the tone of the regicide.

"Okay, then you will take your men to attack Chernobeller by yourself, and I will watch from the side." The Kingslayer looked at Mephist, with no emotion in his eyes.

Mephist's face turned pale.

"Feel sorry."

"You are quarreling again..." W, who had a mouthful of popcorn, looked at the two of them chewed in a big way.

"This is just a friendly exchange between colleagues." The regicide turned off the projector and left the room.

She has important things to do.

The regicide is flashing

Valentine looked at the Rhode Island negotiator in front of her, and her heart was not fluctuating.

Why isn't the negotiator Kelshi? Not Ami LV... Ya? No matter how bad it is, Silver Grey Grove Peak? What's wrong with sending Sister Zilan?

Of course, Valentine didn't think Zilan was not good-looking, he just felt that Zilan had evoked some bad memories in his heart.

Bang, a black bag was placed on the table.

Valentin unzipped his titanium longan and a white light flashed.

"The leader of the Preparatory Action Group A6, Zilan..."

skip, next.

“Preparatory Action Group a6…”

Next.

"Preparatory Action Team..."

Click, the phone screen is broken.

A wail spread throughout the community.

This is how he feels when he sees Zilan now.

"Okay, Ms. Zilan. What's going on when you were talking about renting an infected clinic?" Valentine tried hard to throw those bad memories out of her mind, pretending to be serious and talking to Zilan about problems.

"In the next period of time, we will have a very special patient coming to Chernobyl and need professional medical equipment and medicines. The land aircraft carrier in Rhode Island is far away from here, and the patient's physical condition is not in danger of being in good condition.

Keep it until it reaches Rhode Island for healing.”

"So you're coming to Chernober?"

"That's it." Zilan nodded.

When Valentine heard these words, she knew who the patient was, and who else could there be besides a doctor? But if you have to do the whole show, Valentine still has to continue acting.

"It's just an infected person. Why should the clinic not treat other patients during his treatment?" Valentine showed that this was strange.

Of course, he understood the real reason. It is normal to have everything with that doctor, no matter how strange it is.

"This is our secret." Zilan shook her head. "I can't tell you the truth."

"But I can assure you that the patient is indeed an infected person, not a dangerous person or a cargo, we just want to treat him, he is important to us."

"So..." Valentine took a sip of tea. "Someone or organization is looking for that person, even using force."

Zilan was silent for a long time and nodded.

"This is also why Rhodes Island came to you."

"You have five infected clinics under your hands, each of which is at the forefront of Chernobyl's medical technology, and you hide them well."

"We have our own operators in Rhode Island to protect that patient, so you don't have to worry about that."

"So, what about the price?"

Zilan handed Valentine a form that lists the various medicines and equipment needed for Rhode Island, as well as the requirements for patients after they settle in, and finally shows the price.

Looking at the string of numbers, Valentine couldn't help but exclaim: "What a big deal..."

"That patient is worth everything we give." Zilan nodded.

"The price is beautiful, and the requirements are reasonable." Valentine put the form aside and poured the cold tea into the storage bucket.

"But unfortunately, Ms. Zilan, we cannot provide you with any of the infected clinics on the form."

Zilan's eyes twitched very slightly.

"I want to know why, Mr. Valentine."

Her voice was filled with incomprehension and doubt.

"I am a casual person, Ms. Zilan. I think this is a problem, although it is a lot of money."

"Dragon, take off guests."

Looking at Zilan's back as she was leaving, Valentine lamented.

Don't blame me, Rhodes, this is for your own good. If you don't go to Azazle, Herag will not join you, and Rhodes will lose a powerful six-star guard.

As for the operators who lost in the plot later... Valentin thought that Herag was more important.

I hope I won’t be worn when I join Rhode Island in the future.

Valentine looked at the scenery of Chernobyl outside through the floor-to-ceiling window. It is spring now, and the trees, flowers and plants have sprouted. Many people are rushing to survive. The whole city is full of vitality, and no one will think of a catastrophe.

The disaster will come to this city in eight months, and no one would have thought that the gangs that they criticized will become the first line of defense to block the disaster.

It's time to start acting.

Valentine's tea

Inside a hotel outside the city.

From the outside, this is a very ordinary hotel with graffiti-covered exterior walls, some dilapidated and rusty doors, and wooden front desks filled with pothole patina. The walls of the hotel lobby are covered with Chernobeller.

The special painting, the girl at the front desk is bored and laughing a few times occasionally.

If you walk to the second floor and open a door, you will find a house that is completely different from the scene downstairs.

The windows are closed here, and several cold lights emit a dismal white light. The ground and walls are full of colorful wires, and the chaos is enough to drive every electrician crazy. Various equipment is placed in the house and looks very good.

It was messy. In the middle of the room, a Custer girl sat next to a freezer, staring at the person inside.

The person in the freezer was wearing a white hospital gown, and his exposed skin was as pale as her clothes. It is worth noting that this human lying in the freezer had no animal characteristics and looked extremely clean.

It's like some kind of creature from ancient times.

Accompanied by a tingling whirl, the door of the room was opened, and the person who walked in was Zilan, who had left Valentine's office not long ago. She walked to a table and threw her file bag hard.

On the table.

"Miss Zilan?" The girl Custer's attention was attracted by the sound. She looked at Zilan who was angry and asked a question, her voice as soft as cotton.

"Sorry, Amiya, let you see my current state." Zilan took a deep breath and smiled bitterly at the girl named Amiya.

"Did he... not agree to our request?" Amiya looked at Zilan's smile and felt tightened.

"Yes... we paid a lot enough, but he refused us."

"It's because he doesn't want to."

"Don't want to?" Amiya didn't understand what it meant.

"Yes, there is no reason to refuse." Zilan put her elbows on the table and covered her face with her hands.

"What should I do if the doctor..." Amiya looked at the person in the freezing chamber, and the light in her pupils dimmed, and her voice was filled with a hint of crying.

"Calm down, Amiya. Although he didn't agree, there are other places to go."

"Although the conditions are a bit bad, the current situation can only be settled."

Amiya's eyes regained their vitality again, her ears trembled, and she looked at Zilan: "Where is it?"

"It's still in the Xicheng District, Azazel." Zilan said a name.

Amiya's heart sank suddenly.

Azazel.

Before coming to Chernober again, Rhodes Island conducted a detailed investigation and understanding of the city, and also knew a little about Azazle.

Chernobeller's longest-standing infection clinic, and also has an extremely complex intelligence network. Its attitude is not obvious, does not favor either party, and is in a neutral state.

However, this infected clinic is very dangerous compared to those under Valentine. The first person to bear the brunt is the owner of this clinic, Herague.

Herag's life is legendary: the general of the Usas Empire's army participated in several battles that were crucial to the Usas Empire; he survived the Great Purge and successfully withdrew from politics without provoking any revenge.

Such people, no matter how much they hide themselves, they will be discovered by others. It is certain that Azazle is definitely known to the Chernobyl government, and this clinic is on a wire rope, at any point

Extraordinary actions will push them to destruction.

Originally, Azazel was their last alternative, but now, for the sake of the doctor, I can only do this.

"When will we enter the city?" Amiya looked at the doctor in the freezer and returned to her original state as a deputy leader.

"The situation in Chernobyl has been a little nervous recently, and it will take a week at the earliest." Zilan gave a result that Amia didn't want to listen.

One week...

"Can the doctor last for so long..." Amiya was a little worried.

"Don't worry about this. There are still many medicines we brought from Rhode Island, which is enough for the dosage this week." The medical operator who had been silent on the side spoke.

"Since that's the case, we will send the Doctor to Azazel in a week, and we must not delay it." Amiya nodded and gave the order.

"clear."

Chernobyl’s western urban area is in a very ordinary community.

Anton was walking home, holding a bunch of food in his arms. It was now 10 o'clock in the evening, which was the most common time for an experimenter to get off work. When he worked in the company, he was 7 o'clock every day.

I returned home. Although I got off work late after I arrived at the laboratory, Anton didn't feel tired at all, but was very happy.

He likes explosions.

Moreover, the working hours in the laboratory are usually at 10 o'clock in the morning. He has plenty of time to rest and does not feel tired. Usually, he will watch TV shows at home and then go to bed after returning home, but today he just wants to go back as soon as possible.

Lying in bed at home.

The experimental group he participated in worked overtime for a whole month, and arrived at the laboratory before dawn every day. They only got off work in the middle of the night. Sometimes they would sleep directly in the laboratory just to complete the project as soon as possible.

God pays off. Just the day before yesterday, his experimental team finally completed the research project. A brand new proportion and formula were developed. The power of the source stone explosives produced at the same equivalent amount was twice that of the original old formula.

Therefore, they got a rare holiday and didn't have to stay up late at night.

Walking to the familiar door, Anton took out the key from his pocket and prepared to open the door and end the happy day. At this time, one hand was placed on his shoulder.

Anton's shirt was instantly soaked in cold sweat. He was frozen in place, his legs trembling constantly, and his neck twisted backwards mechanically.

What caught my eye was a familiar face and the long fiery red hair that was extremely conspicuous even at night.

Anton breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Don't be so scary every time you appear, okay? I'll be scared to death by you." He pulled off the hand on his shoulder and turned around and looked directly at the regicide.

"I need your experimental results."

The regicide had no intention of greetings and was straight to the point.

"How do you know that our research was successful?" Anton found it incredible. The topic was kept confidential, and there was no one else in the laboratory that even the Chernobyl government was not within the scope of insiders.

"You don't need to know this."

The regicide has a tough attitude.

Anton tilted his head and stared at the Lords' eyes, trying to see something from her eyes. The Lords' pupils were crimson red, as strong as her hair was as strong as fire.

Similarly, very beautiful.

Why do you say that a girl with hair and eyes as passionate as fire is so cold?

Anton shook his head and took out his cell phone to send a document to the regicide.

"I'll send you what you want."

The regicide nodded and gave him a hug. Anton was frightened by this sudden happiness and didn't know where to put his hands for a moment.

“To integrate the movement.”

The voice of the regicide reached his ears.

Anton was stunned for a moment and responded with a smile:

“To integrate the movement.”

Soon, the regicide let go of him and disappeared into the night. Anton touched the bulge of the source stone on his wrist, waved to the place where she disappeared, and turned around and left.