Chapter 299: Capture life

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"Nothing!"
"Yeah, I've searched back and forth and found nothing."
Several patrol soldiers gathered next to [Holy Sword] 18 mechs and exchanged information with each other.
Since the strange gunshot, this patrol squad, less than twenty meters away from the fat man, has been searching here for nearly half an hour.
However, even if they turned the mountain over and over again, there was no trace of it. That shot didn't seem to be shot by anyone at all. It just appeared out of thin air and disappeared out of thin air. If not everyone heard, the soldiers might even suspect that they had auditory hallucinations.
A soldier grabbed the gun in the hand of the suspected fireman anxiously, looked over and over, and scolded in his mouth: "If you want me to say, it is your problem with the gun."
The suspected soldier stuck his neck and jumped with blue muscles on his forehead. He said angrily: "What do you mean? The base has sent people to search. There are snipers here! Are you confused or intentionally uncomfortable?"
The soldier sneered before: "Who knows where you shot that shot!"
"Shut up!" The leading sergeant kicked the previous soldier with a kick, and said sharply: "You pig brain! I don't know if this will kill you?" He looked around quickly, whispering Shouted: "From now on, no one should mention that gunshot!"
A few soldiers glanced at each other, and they were silent.
More than twenty minutes ago, when the alarm at the Yamashita base sounded, they received an order to search for a sniper.
A sniper can make the entire base so chaotic and so big. Think with your and know that something big must have happened. And then, in the regional communication channel, the partners in the base vaguely revealed the news, even let them be struck by lightning-Stephen was assassinated, and his life and death were unknown!
Everyone present understood. The whole thing has a lot to do with that gunshot. The gunshot dragged the entire patrol to the edge of the abyss.
In Gacharin's highly-ranked army, a company commander can determine the life and death of the lower-level soldiers. It is known that the gunshot, and how serious the consequences are. If a sniper killed Stephen under the patrol of the patrol, the patrol responsible for the area's vigilance neglected his duty and was layered on top of it, even if he died, he would have to peel off.
What is even more chilling is that if that shot was really misfired, and struck Stephen in a one in ten thousandth coincidence, the entire patrol might have to die! Although the possibility of fire hitting Stephen is almost ridiculous, but when the sniper cannot be caught, any ridiculous reason will become the report of finally catching the scapegoat and telling the superior!
So, in any case, this matter is better to rot in my heart. Whether it is a sniper or a missed fire, this responsibility is not something that this patrol team can bear!
The mountain breeze blew, and several patrol soldiers found their vests a bit cold.
In the other hills in the distance, groups of soldiers in Gacharin's four-color combat uniforms lined up in a snake-like formation, moving slowly on the hillside. Time passed by one minute and one second, several key hills were searched, and no trace of suspicious characters was found. The infantry is still combing the jungle again and again, and the mech unit has placed the focus of the search farther away.
In the communication channel, the officers' mood became more and more irritable. They urged, drank and scolded, and did not stop for a moment. Ten battalions of the two strengthened infantry regiments, including the regiment's direct guard company, communication company, logistics transport company and regiment headquarters, all those who could stand and walk were sent out!
More than 7,000 people carried out a net-raising search in the small mountains around the Cristals Army base, and the unit density has reached a wasteful level.
The patrol members who have reached a tacit agreement with each other, scattered among the messy scolding and urging sounds in the regional communication channel, centered on the only [Holy Sword] 18 mechs, began a new round of search for.
The leading sergeant is responsible for the east. He followed the hillside, splitting the thorns with the military dagger in his hand, and slowly advanced toward the depths of the mountainside. The slippery mud under his feet made him focus most of his balance. The dense bushes of barbed thorns bothered him.
Patience walked down another twenty meters, and a small piece of flat ground covered with thick dark yellow leaves appeared before the sergeant's eyes. He carefully walked down the slippery mud two steps tightly. While breathing a sigh of relief, he stepped on his right foot and strode the left foot to the ground in one big step.
Just listen to "Pun!" There was a muffled sound, and I didn't know that the sergeant was full of mud under the fallen leaves, and half of his body had fallen into the mud. This accident made him embarrassed for a while. He struggled, turning around and crawling up while cursing loudly in his mouth.
The sergeant Sergeant didn't know that all of this had been photographed by the satellite and transmitted in real time to the skynet screen of a command mecha central console more than 1,000 kilometers away.
Watching the sergeant step into the mud, everyone in front of Skynet felt that his heartbeat was speeding up countless times at this moment. This small mud pond is where Tian Xingjian hides. The position where the sergeant stepped on was only one meter away from the fat man's body.
"Allen!" The sergeant climbed up to the mud pond, chopped a small piece of open space with a dagger and sat down, shouted to open the communicator on the helmet.
"What's the matter, sir." The voice of the sergeant Allen driving the [Holy Sword] 18 Mech was heard from the communicator.
The sergeant lowered his head, struggling to remove the energy gun from his body and set it aside. Looking at the clothes and trousers that made me unrecognizable by the mud, I felt very tired. The psychological pressure from successive searches and nightmarish gunfire has exhausted him. After taking a break, he said to Allen with frustration: "You come down. Give me a spare suit in your mech."
[Holy Sword] 18 individual soldiers roared, and soon came over, huge mechanical feet, stepped on a few small trees, firmly nailed to the thorny hillside. Sergeant Allen saw the sergeant covered in mud and couldn't help but wonder: "How come this happened?"
The sergeant glanced at Allen in the transparent cockpit of the mech, while taking off his underwear that was completely muddy, he said angrily: "I hit the evil today. Hurry, give me your clothes a bit."
The sound of the engine went down, and the mecha limbs contracted to relieve the fighting state. With a soft sound of hydraulic arm extension. The cockpit cover was opened, and Sergeant Allen, who was more than one size larger than the sergeant, jumped down. He turned around to open the trunk of the mech waist, turned his feet to find the clothes, and said in his mouth: "I have clothes, but will you wear them a little bigger?"
"Look for it, I'm almost the same size as you!" The voice of the sergeant came from behind Alan as he learned about it.
"Almost?" Alan didn't expect that a sergeant who was always unsmiling would be so humorous. He grabbed the clothes he found from the trunk and turned around with a smile ... the smile was frozen on his face. A gigantic monster covered in black mud stood behind him, showing a white tooth. And beside the monster, a sergeant with a fighting thorn nailed to his throat.
Allen rolled his eyes hard, and everything that appeared in front of him was beyond his cognitive scope. How could he not understand how the monster killed the sergeant in a fraction of a few seconds after the sergeant finished speaking, and then grinned to pose behind him to complete such a strangely static The picture!
Allen didn't think anymore. The next second, his throat knot was shattered by the monster's lightning burst.
The vigorous blood blocked Allen's mouth and nasal cavity in an instant. He could only open his eyes in confusion, painfully, and fell to the muddy ground in a whirlwind.
When the body touched the ground, at the last moment of death, Allen saw that the monster quickly grabbed his clothes.
Several heads of the 19th Division and the staff in the command mech were all stunned and looked at the Skynet screen. They have maintained this posture since the fat man started silently in the mud pond, and when the eyes were full of mud, when the corporal was accurately killed.
If it weren't for Skynet monitoring, it would reflect everything so truthfully and objectively. No one can believe that the fat man's strength has reached such a terrible state!
Too fast, too fast. From the jump to the end, it's just an instant. At this moment, the fat man threw a fighting stab, punched and punched, and showed the incredible speed, power, precision, and ability to capture opportunities, almost demon.
Even Le Lei's top-ranked special commander can never complete these basic subjects so perfectly.
[Holy Sword] 18-man single-armed mech, which belongs to the high-end model of Gacharin mech. Now, the mech stands quietly, with its cockpit cover open.
After a while of silence, the men either waved their fists or clapped their hands together to celebrate, uttering an almost frantic cheer. After waiting for more than ten hours, I finally got a perfect ending. Everyone believes that as long as the mech is on, no one on this planet can stop the fat man from leaving.
Only Bonnie and Niya closed their eyes in time. Sure enough, the fat man with a smile on his face, almost can't wait to strip himself again. Then standing naked, lifting Allen's uniform and turning it over and looking left and right.
Looking at the cheeky face of this bitch, everyone had an illusion, as if ... the fat man risked his life just for the unscrupulous scene at this moment.
For a time, before Skynet, he fell into a silence.

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