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",,,,,," Adolf couldn't answer. So the two sides were in a tacit silence, without saying a word to each other for half a minute, not even breathing.

In the end, it was Adolf who couldn't calm down his heart first. He sighed heavily, feeling embarrassed, but he was also afraid that General Pullman would suddenly cut off the contact. His mood was extremely complicated at the moment, "I just received an urgent contact from Soriato, saying that... ,,”

What could have been said in about ten seconds was abruptly taken by Adolf for two minutes. During this period, Adolf's mind was racing rapidly, adding a lot of things in order to weaken the dangerous impact of the main information. However, General Pullman actually participated in the war as a commander in the last war, and his grasp of intelligence and information was not comparable to that of Adolf.

However, he has a good temper. General Pullman has been afraid of receiving contact from Adolf recently, but he does not dare to close it. Every time he thought of Soriato, the other characters he thought of also complicated his mood. He wanted to curse out, but was stopped by General Pullman himself, "Let me think about it, you'd better track the situation in Soriatu in real time. There's no point in rushing now, the distance is too far, and it will definitely be too late for you and me to get there. ”

"I will also contact the organization here to see if I can find someone relatively close. Soriatu also said that I am just afraid that the other party will keep tracking." Adolf said, "I just didn't expect a simple mission. , unexpectedly encountered so many troubles." Very helpless, according to Cassia's words, Adolf could only think that he was unlucky and encountered many unexpected situations.

At the same time, Cassia walked out of the forest and ran again for more than two hours. Although the surrounding area is still wasteland, it is deliberately done so that one can hide his traces by relying on the grass. We passed two small towns on the way, but we didn't see any proper hospitals outside. So I could only follow the map I wrote down before the mission and continue across this uninhabited wilderness to the nearest city in the small border country here.

Three hours later, Cassia had used some extraordinary means to obtain fitting clothes and an ordinary limo. Soon, he successfully entered the nearest hospital, went through many and many procedures, moved Isha onto the operating table, and became one of the attending physicians, and began more than two hours of wound treatment.

By the time this incomplete operation was over, the sky had darkened outside and a dim yellow light shone outside the window. Cassia took off her rubber gloves and sighed at Isa, who was still unconscious on the operating table. While finding a cloth bag to put all the shrapnel in, she looked at the doctors and nurses standing in a row beside the wall of the operating room. They, as well as the sturdy security guard who passed out next to the door and hasn't woken up yet.

"Has there been any surgery here in the past two hours?" Cassia checked the hole in Isa's abdomen. With the help of red mercury, about a quarter of it had healed. He put another layer of hospital clothes on Isha, then covered her with a thin quilt, and opened the roller lock of the trolley bed.

"No, no!" Several doctors and nurses shook their heads together, "We are cleaning the operating room." The attending doctor did not forget to add afterward.

"Have you seen anyone come here?" Cassia motioned to them to move the unconscious security guard at the door so that he could go out more easily.

"No, no, we have been cleaning and we haven't seen anyone come in here."

Cassia nodded, said, put on a mask, covering half of his face, then retrieved the pistol placed next to the operating table, put it back around his waist, "I'm sorry to bother you." As he said that, he pushed the cart forward and held the operation open. When I was about to leave the operating room, I didn't forget to look at the doctors and nurses and said, "Thank you for today."

"No, no, this is..."

The following words were lost in the noise of the closing door of the operating room. Cassia relied on the sound wave pulse to guide her to the parking lot. She got into the limo she had snatched secretly at night and left the hospital. We went directly to the road out of the city. Less than half an hour later, the limousine rushed into a river amidst the sound of creaking and was completely submerged in the surging mud. At that time, Cassia was already thousands of meters away, hugging Isha and continuing to several major cities in this small border country.

Isa's condition has improved a lot, and the simple treatment of shrapnel and some wounds has removed a small part of the burden on her body. Although Isa cannot absorb the energy contained in solid red mercury very well, any surgeon can adapt to it to varying degrees. At least the withering phenomenon was completely invisible after the red mercury was embedded. The injury could not be said to improve immediately, but at least it maintained a relative balance.

But the weight is still losing little by little, which is the intuitive feeling of Cassia's hands. The consumption of one's own energy and supplies is still the most important source, but now that we are out of the border forest, we will be able to move much more freely in the future.

In the early hours of the morning, the communicator rang, and it was Adolf. Every two hours, he would contact Cassia to inquire about the current situation. It was also because of Adolf that Cassia contacted Larsa's organization staff when Isa lost her communicator and she only had a one-way communicator.

In the border forest, the teams that Isa ordered to evacuate, as well as the remaining two adjutants, failed to leave safely as Isa hoped. In the process, they encountered patrollers and small teams of enemies who had already spread out over a large area. Most of the members were lost, and in the end only less than thirty people and one injured adjutant escaped.

Fortunately, there are emergency personnel in Larsa. Through communication with the regional liaison officer, a smaller organizational operations base in a city in a small border country can be used by Cassia. There are less than ten people guarding it, but at least there are people to connect with it, so treatment and identity will be extremely simple.

In addition, Adolf sent good news around nine o'clock in the evening, telling Cassia not to worry about his own death. Professionals will be responsible for handling it. He only asked him to transfer the injured people to the organization here, and immediately follow the settings. Good route, as fast as possible back to Larsa. And he and Trevicon will pick him up on the way.

Such treatment made Cassia often think about what value he had in the plan in the eyes of the forces behind the two or the big shots. Have you inadvertently exposed your identity, so that from now on, it is actually two parties acting on each other?

There was no answer to the question, but Cassia had to remind herself that how to escape was the first priority.