Chapter 815: clue

Talikova's mouth opened into an o, and she looked at Lola coming out of the cave in disbelief. The breath on her body still looked weak, but she didn't have the smell of being enveloped by death before. The unnatural blush on his face has completely disappeared, and his face is still a little pale, but the usual look in his eyes has been restored. Tarikova threw away Hubble and ran over, circled Lola first, and then hugged it hard.
She almost buried her head in Lola's chest, and said, "Great, Lola. Are you really all right?"
"It's okay," Laura affirmed.
"How did that person cure you? You looked very serious just now." Talikova raised her face and asked.
"Well..." Laura looked at Ellen who came out afterwards, and smiled calmly: "This is a secret."
Talikova showed two fangs: "I hate secrets the most!"
Allen also laughed, feeling suddenly, as he looked forward. A cloud of black mist surged silently, and then Belmode emerged from the mist. He looked at Laura first, and then gave a deep smile. Looking at Ellen again, he shrugged and said, "Let him run."
"Who is it?"
"Human." Belmode said, "I only fought him briefly once, but it was enough. It was a man, probably under thirty. He had flax-colored hair, glasses, and looked cold, but The bottom of the hand is very hard. And very good at concealed sports, the speed is also fast, I chased it for tens of kilometers, but it was thrown away by him."
Allen nodded: "There are sparsely populated here, and humans shouldn't be active in this area. If they appear here, then it is basically certain that the other party is coming for me."
Everyone turned their eyes to him.
Allen said solemnly: "Because he wanted to attack the target, it should have been me."
A hundred kilometers away from the valley where Allen and the others were located, a small group of flames gleamed among the mountains. A group of stab dogs saw the firelight and let out a whisper like a choking. Suddenly the stab dog, like being frightened by something, quickly climbed down the hill with its tail clipped, and quickly disappeared into the night.
After a while, a person climbed up this high ground. Les cursed a few words, waved his hand, and a stingy dog's head rolled to the side of a bush not far away: "These things that don't have eyesight, don't give a lesson, you really think I am a vegetarian."
The stab dogs have been following them for a while, but after tonight, they probably don't have the courage to follow them. Because they already know that people like Les are not delicious prey, but creatures more dangerous than them.
There was a sound of wind in the darkness, Les squinted his eyes, and a faint shadow quickly approached. Moments later, his adjutant Dill came nearby with a sniper rifle on his back. Seeing a few burn marks on Dill’s body, Les’ eyes became a little dangerous: "Mr. Dill, if I remember correctly. My previous order should be to follow, find, and keep an eye on ours. Target. There should be no instructions to fight there, right?"
"I acted without authorization." Dill admitted generously.
Les looked at Dill with a headache, his adjutant was definitely a trouble. Moreover, he asked for this trouble himself. At the beginning, he personally treated the indifferent person in front of him from the death row camp, and even more indifferent to himself.
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) The egg is mentioned. Les's proud torture methods just didn't work on Dill. After all, no matter how clever the method of torture is, it will take effect if the subject is afraid of fear.
Like Dill, if Les was going to kill him, he would stretch his neck to make it easier for his boss. Les touched his forehead and said, "You will probably give me an explanation, dear Mr. Dill?"
"At that time, the target was with two Hulma women, one of whom obviously had a good impression of the target. I made a simple assessment of the emotions and behaviors expressed by the target. If I act on that woman, it will arouse him At that time, I had a 70% probability that I could kill him.
Deere reported like an unsentimental machine:
But in the actual hands-on session, the target’s response was deviated from what I expected, so I messed up."
"Seven percent of you did it? You can tell us, and then let's touch it quietly. At that time, our lovely Mr. Allen was probably still riding the scarlet ghost woman happily. It would be better to kill him when he is so cool. Is it?" Les shook his head again: "Damn it, why did he get involved with the red ghost, so I hate things like accidents the most."
"No matter what, I messed up. According to the rules you set, I must accept punishment." Dill suddenly flipped his hand and added a dagger. And before Les agreed, the dagger had already penetrated his chest. He pulled it out, and the arrow almost splashed on Les. Dill wanted to stab him again, and Les' hands had already caught him. He was a little confused and said: "There are still two knives?"
"Forget it, let's talk about the two knives after the mission is over. I still need your ability now. If you crippled yourself first, I will be a ghost?" Les frowned: "Quickly stop the bleeding, and then go and notify Dun En That idiot, now is not the time for sleeping women, maybe we should go."
Les nodded: "If we are a hundred kilometers away, we only need forty minutes. But what can be expected is that the other party will definitely leave."
"It doesn't matter, they will always be caught, as long as we hang behind them."
As Dill predicted, when the two teams of Les arrived at the camp where Allen and the others had rested, the bonfire had long been extinguished, but there were leftover barbecues left on the stone base, and next to it. The skeletons of several stab dogs. While Dill was looking for Alan's trail, Les stared at the skeletons, seemingly fascinated. Dunn cursed next to him: "What's so good about these bones."
"You know what a fart!" Les scolded, but there was a gentle smile on his face, as if he was watching a lover. He stretched out his hand, touched it lightly on a skeleton, and put his hand stained with blood to his mouth and sucked it lightly: "These poor spurs are skinned for life."
"Nonsense, can those dogs still peel themselves?"
"It's not that simple." This time Les didn't care about Dunn's words: "You take a closer look at these bones. The texture on their surface is so clean that you can't even find a knife mark. What does this mean? This represents The guy who gave these dogs a bone removal operation, he has an extremely deep understanding of the structure of living things. Every knife goes along with the texture of the muscles, untie the skin and flesh of these dogs, just like pulling down a piece of clothing. The zipper is so simple and quick. Dunn, if you still don’t understand what it means, I think you can go to death."
(This chapter is not over, please turn the page) Dun En's face finally changed. He looked like his head was full of muscles, but it was not really the case after all. The Bald Colonel still has some brains. If the person who dropped the knife had such a superb sword skill, then when these knife techniques were cast on the human body, it would be less comfortable. Simply thinking about replacing the skeletons of those stab dogs with human bones is enough for his face to be pale.
After a while Dill came back: "Found a cave, they should have stayed there. And this..."
He opened his hand, his palm was a bullet, naturally the dirty bullet he shot out. Deere said: "Some bloodstains were found in the cave, which belonged to the scarlet ghost woman. I hit her, and there was no drop of the gene breakdown potion in the dirty bomb. Obviously, at the moment of the hit, the needle was already under pressure. The medicine was pressed into the woman's body. But the body of the scarlet ghost was not found in the hole."
"Maybe they took it away, or maybe he, like Dunn, likes playing with corpses." Les made a bad joke.
"No." Dill directly denied the boss's thoughts. His straightforward and unrelenting approach made Dunn smirk. It made Les' teeth tickling, but he couldn't blame Dill. Dill was such a person, even if he was killed, he would not change, and the accusation seemed weak. Dill said seriously: "I have tasted the blood she left and got some vague information. I don't know what they did, but I can be sure that the scarlet ghost is not dead and healthy."
"You mean, our genetic medicine is not effective against the scarlet ghost?" Les frowned, which is not unusual. After all, the guy who developed the medicine was also designed based on the genetic structure of most organisms. If the genetic chain of the red ghost is different from the known wide range of organisms, then it is reasonable that the medicine does not work.
"No, that's not the case." Dill again denied: "At that time, I could feel that the woman's breath did change. In other words, the potion worked. But she survived, that only means that she or The target has something that can reverse the collapse of the gene."
"The red ghosts are not so smart. They are just savages. It must be our Mr. Allen. This is getting more and more interesting. If he has that kind of thing in his hands, I believe it is more valuable than his life." Les rubbed his chin: "It seems necessary to slightly modify the details of our actions."
Dunn said loudly: "You don't have the right to do this~EbookFREE.me~Yes, I don't have the right, you can kill me if you're unhappy." Les said unceremoniously, and said again: "But bald, on top. Didn’t say that we can’t make some extra money during missions. Don’t tell me you haven’t done this.

Dunn shrugged: "I want 40% of the income."
"30%, if there is that thing, I will only give you 30%."
Dunn snorted, and did not refuse, but acquiesced in Les' assignment. Les happily clapped his hands: "Okay, everyone will cheer me up. I want you to keep your eyes open and find our Mr. Allen for me!"
Dill immediately ordered a few people and acted with him. These people are the tentacles of the team, they dispersed, not letting go of any suspicious details. Under the leadership of Dill's observant and extremely cautious person, Allen's traces are being found one by one. These traces point in the same direction, but who knows whether he left these clues on purpose?
(End of this chapter)
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