Steel steam and flame

The rain became much heavier in the middle of the night, and the pickup truck made several circuits and completely walked out of the central area. There were no vehicles on the road, and under the street lights one could see the rain forming a mesh-like pattern. Under the two bright headlights, the pickup truck drove smoothly, and the not-so-subtle sound of the engine suppressed the sound of raindrops on the roof from time to time.

"Where are you? How long?" This is a simply modified car. A bridge connects the front of the car and the cargo box, and a door is opened there that can allow two or three people to pass through at the same time. A man who was watching him put his head out from the crack of the door and glanced at the swaying front of the wiper, feeling a little depressed.

"It's still early, it will take at least an hour or so. The transfer station is built on the outside. It's very fast to drive straight through, but the rules are that you have to go around and you must obey the order." The driver tilted his head and said, yawning, " I haven’t had a good rest for two or three days, and I am very focused. An ordinary person would have fallen down already. I don’t know how long this situation will last, but there is no use complaining, the mission must continue to be carried out.”

As he spoke, the communicator on the passenger seat flashed. The driver looked apologetic and took the communicator with his free hand.

"Then you report the situation first." The man who was watching retracted his head.

"On the way, we'll be there in about an hour." The driver paused, and then his voice became energetic.

"Look behind you along the way. There is no one here to pick you up right now, so be careful. From now on, we will report the situation every ten minutes." The tone on the other side was very cold, and the driver could only nod silently. When the communication was cut off with a "thud", he took a deep breath. But it was far from enough. He opened his mouth and took a few deep breaths. When he felt a little better, the half of his body near the passenger seat felt a little cold. During the communication, the door there seemed to be half-opened. The air-conditioning used to temporarily preserve the food had not dissipated yet, and now some people ran out from there.

"Hey!" the driver called out, but there was no response for several breaths. He just turned his head and saw a man walking out of it naturally, wearing casual clothes. While sitting in the passenger seat, he reached over and pulled out the anesthesia needles inserted in his back.

"No need to shout. The light inside was too dark. Maybe I didn't pay attention when I started. Both of them should be dead." Cassia said, throwing the unplugged anesthesia needle at his feet, and put a circle of steel cable rope on his on the knees. He stared at the driver and said, "It's best to put your hands on the steering wheel. You probably don't have the strength of the two people behind you." As he spoke, his body suddenly fell towards the driver, and one hand instantly popped out and pulled the driver out. The hand of the pistol was raised.

"Ah..." With a little force, the driver's wrist made a crisp sound, but it was not crushed. Only the fingers lost strength and the pistol fell down. At this time, Cassia let go of his hand, clamped the driver's neck, violently opened his mouth, and put something bright red into it with his other hand, which had a fishy smell.

After closing the driver's mouth and seeing that what was thrown in had been swallowed by the driver, Cassia slowly picked up the fallen pistol and looked at the bright road surface under the headlights.

There was no conversation for a few minutes, and the unclosed door behind the two continued to deliver air-conditioning to the cab. The driver's face was covered with sweat, his body was hard, his waist was hunched, his neck was shrinking, and there were red marks on his chin from when he was clamped just now. His hands were placed firmly on the steering wheel, his throat kept moving, but he never said a word.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Cassia looked at the driver who was in a state of mental stress again: "You think I should smash your head with a gun first and then throw the body into the car, or should we have a good chat? You use It would be better to exchange some useful information for your own life." As he spoke, Cassia opened a small window and fired a shot at the gap where water vapor was pouring, and a street light beside the road went out.

"Okay, let's talk." The driver responded quickly, "But I'm just a driver, and I don't know much. The main members of the operation stay in the school, waiting for the next person to test the network. Only they have Qualifications for more detailed information,,,”

"Do you know what you just ate?" Cassie interrupted the driver and asked. He then pulled out his tactical knife, lightly made a cut on his finger, and smeared a trace of blood on the gun.

A layer of fine red foam rises, and the metal on the surface of the gunshot is slowly corroded.

"Have you ever heard of a surgical development that can make your body look like a tree and pick out bright red 'fruits'? Of course they are not fruits, they are just a layer of toxic substances wrapped in flesh and blood. Some are like The capsules of cold and fever medicine will slowly release the toxic substances in them. The effect is like this." He waved the pistol in front of the driver, and a layer of the gun body had been corroded.

With his mouth simulating the "chichi" sound of corrosion, Cassia explained: "Imagine how powerful this toxicity is. Steel can be corroded. The surgeon's body will definitely not be able to resist. It will invade the blood and then spread to Everywhere in the body. When the amount of toxic accumulation reaches a limit,,,chichi,,,"

"I will definitely cooperate, I will definitely cooperate. There must be an antidote, right?" The driver stepped on the brakes in a panic and looked at Cassia, "But I really don't know anything. The task assigned to me is to randomly select from several settings. Choose one of the scheduled routes, and then drive to the transfer station to complete it, the other..."

"How much do you know about the transfer station? And, who are you from? And why are you hiding in the Imperial History School?" Cassia turned the pistol, "Three questions are not difficult, right?"

"The transfer station is just a temporary base, used to handle some tasks issued from time to time. It is also a resting point on weekdays, a small warehouse of weapons and ammunition, and some idle people will gather, ready to act at any time. As for why I really don’t know if it will be hidden in the school. Because the mission for me is only to transport. As for whose person it is, it turns out that I am just a mercenary in the dark world who received inferior surgery, and later joined this force. At the highest level, we have only come into contact with a man whom we call the 'Commander'. We don't know the specific name of the man, although I have been here for two or three years."

"Which family are you from?" The driver said a surname that Cassia had never heard of.

"Not here. In fact, it hasn't been long since we came to Manoma. We were in other areas before." The driver said at this time, his face turned red, and his ears were also congested and turned bright red. He released the brakes and the pickup lurched forward again.

"I understand a little bit." Cassia nodded thoughtfully. At the same time, he picked up the communicator placed aside and handed it to the driver, "It's time."

"Things went well..."

Communications are transmitted via radio signals to relay stations.