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"The turtle is dead."

Cut and press the brakes, the jeep stopped suddenly.

The elf waited for the cut to digest the painful message, and continued to say a few seconds later: "Cut, you have to find a way to get rid of the tracking, or the next one is you."

Cut the gloomy face.

"Good luck." The elf's voice trembled and ended the communication, and the blue flowers closed again.

The car fell into silence.

"Fake!" Cut slapped the steering wheel with force, "Fake! Fake! Fake!"

He gasped violently.

The turtle is a good friend. During the most painful period of cutting, it was the turtle that helped him get out of the pain.

Suddenly, the ring finger stinged.

He just tried too hard and the ring on his ring finger stuck to the flesh.

Cut was once a veteran, who went to the real battlefield and made many contributions. Later, he had to retire due to post-traumatic stress disorder. At this time, a beautiful woman entered his life.

That is his wife, the love of his life.

The years they married my wife were happy. They had a family and a lovely daughter. Cut and cut out of the shadow of war and found a job that could work hard but could support his family.

Until a drunken asshole, one day at noon, climbed onto the damn truck.

On that day, the cutting lost everything.

He wanted to kill the drunk driving bastard, but he couldn't do it because the police had already thrown the bastard into prison. The cutting that could not even be revenge was like a mummy who had been drained from his blood. He sat at home, waiting for death to come.

It was the elves who knocked on his door and brought him to the organization.

At that time, it was not called an organization, it was just a small group for psychological trauma recovery, and the leader was just an ordinary priest.

Everyone in this group has their own sorrow, they talk to each other, comfort and help each other out of the shadows.

Half a year later, the first smile appeared on Cut face. Just when he decided to start his life again for the sake of his lost family, the leader suddenly brought a stone-

"Relying on this stone, I awakened my superpowers. Now I can only create ants, birds and other things, but I can feel that sooner or later, I can create a person, a living person." The leader said as he patrolled around.

What others are like, I don’t know about cutting. He believes that at that moment, the sun-like light will burst out in his dim eyes!

His wife and daughter have a chance to be resurrected!

"I need your help, not only for ourselves, but also for more suffering people in this world."

Since this sentence, the organization has been established.

Cutting took a deep breath and he slapped his cheek hard.

"The turtle is dead, but only temporarily. As long as the final goal is achieved, the leader can make him live again." He stepped on the accelerator again and shuttled through the city.

Whether it is for his wife and children, the turtle, or the Sbitwagen family whom he killed, he must deliver this travel notation to the leader.

Only in this way can the deceased return from hell.

Cut the car parked in a large private hospital and walked in with a mask. A young and beautiful nurse came up.

The nurse was curious about why she wore a mask when cutting, but with her professionalism, she still asked: "Sir, what help do you need?"

“I need to do an MRI.”

"Where is it uncomfortable? I can recommend an expert doctor for you," the nurse said.

"No, it's just MRI." Cut took out a bundle of money from his pocket, "just now."

Driven by money, private hospitals are very efficient. Not long after, a male doctor walked into the testing room with the cutting.

A few minutes later, the doctor took the report.

"Sir, you are healthy."

"Is there anything strange in my body?"

"Strange?" the doctor shook his head and said with a smile. "Don't worry, there is nothing."

The cutting confirmed that no tracker was installed in his body. He raised his head, looked up and down at the doctor, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"Take off your clothes."

"Ah?" The doctor thought he had heard it wrong, and repeated the cutting again. Then the doctor said angrily: "Sir, this kind of joke is not funny."

Cut it and didn't say anything, took out a dozen more money and put it on the table.

"Sir..." The doctor's tone softened.

Slap, another dozen, and it was estimated that it would cost 10,000 US dollars.

The male doctor stopped talking, silently took off his clothes, waited until only a pair of white underwear was left, and the cutting commander said, "Turn around."

The male doctor turned over and supported the wall with his hands.

After thinking about it, he even raised his butt slightly.

It’s not that he is too unhappy, but that he is really... giving too much.

Although Cutting lost his wife, he was not interested in the man. After confirming that there was no tracker in his body through MRI, he hurriedly changed into the doctor's clothes and left the hospital.

The car could not be taken, including the box containing the travel notes. He took out the transparent bag stole from the hospital, put the travel notes in, then stuffed them into the back, and hugged the potted plants with small blue flowers. He walked into the city path.

"Elf, help me contact the hacker organization and control the city's surveillance system."

"receive."

On the plane.

Dior, who was sitting and preparing for the upcoming battle, suddenly stopped the movements in his hand.

The movement of blood stopped.

The other party stopped running away? Or did he arrive at the destination? Or... he noticed the reason for being tracked and threw away all his clothes?

Change is not good news for Dior.

Twenty minutes later, Zhang Ming, Dior and Colson came to the private hospital. They followed the blood guidance and found the doctor.

"Whose clothes are yours?" Dior asked.

"Of course it's mine, what's the problem?" the doctor replied. He obviously didn't want to tell the embarrassing thing that just happened to the third person.

Colson raised his ID.

"Uh...well. It's a strange man wearing a mask. He forced me to take off my clothes..." The doctor said what happened just now, of course, he didn't mention anything about money.

After obtaining the information, the three men left the hospital.

"He disappeared for twenty minutes, and at his speed, he may have been on the highway out of town now." Dior experienced the speed of cutting.

Zhang Ming asked: "Where is the surveillance?"

Colson supported himself with his hands, took a deep breath, and said, "I asked the agents to check it out, but don't have too much hope. If they can make Rome's surveillance problem, it will make it the same problem."

Buzz — Buzz —

Colson's phone rang, and it happened to be the agents of the network logistics.

"Sir, we found it."

"It's okay, don't be discouraged... Wait, you said you found it?" Colson pursed his dry lips, "The surveillance here is not disturbed?"

The logistics agent said: "I've been affected, but only part of it. What's more interesting is that all the images of the enemy were retained, and the affected part was only the irrelevant part. We tracked the enemy's last appearance."

"Send the address." Colson hung up the phone, and he turned to Zhang Ming, "Did you let Olivia take action?"

"No." Zhang Ming said.

"Someone is secretly helping us stop the hacker," Colson said.

His mobile phone screen lights up, a message sent by a logistics agent, with a short address written on it.

They are less than ten minutes' drive away.