Chapter 510:

Li Huai said coldly: "Soon we will have some heavy warships investigating here." "Then I will send a signal!"
^ Throw back to his head. The ground is high and far away, except for invisible obstacles, observing the plane leaping at it in vain, there is still tiny dust in the air. They are also watch planes, hovering outside obstacles they can't see, but even hexonate bombs cannot break through. Indeed, far away, there was a small dark cloud moving quickly. As Li Huai was watching, the dark clouds were densely covered. When his eyes sparkled, they turned into spots. Small two-person patrol scouts. Larger ten-man cruiser. The huge blue huge fear. A complete combat squadron of the United Nations combat force is sweeping towards the dome above the rocket ship.
The scout leaped forward in the tiny rotating clouds. They avoided the invisible. One of them dropped the smoking object. It emits a huge paper cloud, the wind blows it away, and then suddenly wraps on a certain part of the arc. More and more miniature smoke bombs release large amounts of cloud-like material. In mid-air, a dome began to form, and gray trailing stripes outlined it. The lining began to trace it back more clearly. The aerial grid is scattered over part of the six-mile hemisphere. The highest point is 15,000 feet above the rocket ship, 25,000 feet from sea level, and as high as Mount Everest itself.
Even there, tiny particles lingered, and the smallest spot visible was a ten-man cruiser. One of the largest planes gingerly climbed to the innermost edge of the fog's lattice structure, hung motionless in the air, holding himself high with powerful helicopter screws. People work from the beginning, and scientists are studying barriers that even nitrates will not destroy.
The horn began to work. He came to the vicinity of the rocket ship hard because he had to make a visual signal, and there was no time to waste. The dome is transparent. The Air Force fleet will try to use it to communicate with Martians they believe are rocket ships. The sunlight reflected from the polished dining hall will immediately attract the attention of a place near the red monster, and may not be observed in other places for a long time. But try every radio band, every visual signal system, as well as observation and test responses, which should be picked up immediately.
He gave Silva the voice light receiver in his pocket. This is standard equipment for all flight crews, so they may receive non-broadcast orders from the flight manager. He pointed to a ten-man cruiser, from which a strange electric blue light was emitted.
He ordered: "Listen." "I want to call them. Tell me when they answer."
He began to flicker in those quaint telegraph alphabets. Watch pilots still need to learn. This is a code call, sent again and again.
"They are trying to make the Martians understand," Silva said unsteadily in the ear of the talking light receiver.
˚The emergency flashlight flashed... Li Bai kept coldly. The top of the canteen is slightly protruding, so the sunlight will diffuse. Therefore, accuracy is not required. He covered and found it, then covered and found it.
"They answered!" Silva said eagerly. "They said \'Lee Bad Harder report immediately!\'"
There was a hissing roar from the hillside where the red rocket ship was. Li Badi did not pay attention. He began to say with satisfaction:
"The rocket ship is-"
"Be careful!" Silva gasped. "They said to be careful, stab!"
Then she screamed. When Sting turned his head, he saw a thick cloud of white vapor rushing towards them from the hillside. He picked Silva and ran away frantically.
The white steam pulled his knees. This is a variant of vortex. He savagely fought high. The white steam reached his waist... reached his shoulders... he threw Silva on his shoulders, and fought more frantically to get rid of the broad white current... it was drowned. His piercing bitterness.... When he felt that he was breaking down, his last sober thought was to realize painfully that the spherical white tower was equipped with a TV lens on the top, which watched his approach and vision. , And make those who are in the red state a reality. The monster can accurately direct its jet gas.
His next feeling was lung pain. Unbearable intelligence was forced into his nostrils, and he struggled with the pain. Then he heard someone laugh and started to feel the curious furry sensation of electro-anaesthesia.
^He came to his hen again, the machine was unstable, and there was a soft whine of where the machine was going. He opened his eyes and saw all red around him. He was excited, he was free. He sat up in pain, and anger came out in the blink of an eye. He has been lying on the sofa. He was in a room about fifteen feet by twenty feet, and the floor was slightly higher. Everything in the room is red. The floor, walls and ceiling, the sofa he was lying on, and the furniture itself. A large group of people sat comfortably in chairs on the other side of the room, pecking at a device similar to a writing instrument.
Li Huai sat for a while and gained strength. Then he strode across the room desperately, bending his fingers into claws.
At five feet ten, the sloping floor gave him more motivation... and then his muscles tightened convulsively. A wave of pure pain passed through his body. He fell and lay on the ground, twisting and lying on the ground, and the high-frequency current of the induction screen followed him. The reaction of his muscles to electrical stimulation rather than to will put him in a double dilemma. The sheer pain twisted him. The room was full of laughter. The man with the weird whisker turned around, shaking with joy.
He picked up a pocket gun from next to him and turned off a switch on his elbow. Li Badi's muscles were released.
"Go back, my friend." A speaker made the same sound the night before. "Go to the sofa. You tease me, you are already useful, but I will kill you without hesitation. You are Lee Bad Hart. My name is Klinburg. What do you do?"
"Where is my friend?" Brutally demanded Li Huai. "Where is she?"
"Old lady friend? There!" The bearded man pointed at the pocket gun lightly. "I made her bed to sleep."
Here is the niche on the wall, which Li Huai has not seen yet. Silva was there, asleep in the heavy and dreamless sleep that Li Badi himself had just woke up. He went to her quickly. She breathed naturally, despite the tears from the irritating gas still running across her face, and for the same reason, her skin seemed to be a little pink.
Thorns turned around. Of course, his weapon is missing. The big man pressed the sensor screen switch again and put down his weapon. That screen divides the room in half. Without the muscle paralysis or death that Li Huai had just experienced, no creatures could pass through it. The coil on the floor induces alternating current in the pulp itself, just like the current used for so-called medical effects in "medical batteries" and "electric shock devices."
"Calm down!" Klinburgh said with a smile. "I am very happy to work with the company. This is the loneliest place in the Rocky Mountains. I was selected for this reason. But I may stay here for a few months, and now I will not be alone.-Having scientific resources such as your fool What you dream of, but there is no scientific substitute for a beautiful woman."
He turned to the writing device again. It clicked six times, and then he stopped. A piece of paper came out of it. He inserted it into the slot of another mechanism and turned on a standard phone when he started feeding paper. Within a few seconds, the room was full of abnormal humming, howling and howling. They come from the device that feeds the paper and are then poured into the transmitter. They continued for nearly a minute, then stopped. Klinburg shut down the transmitter.
"My code," he observed reassuringly, "good news to Stalingrad. Everything went smoothly. I called Silva, looked at her several times, and made her scream reach Record, and then I inserted her scream into the end. Password transmission. Your wise men think they support her. They are focusing all the combat power of the United Nations beyond the top, and they just need to see for themselves!"
The horns are white and angry. His eyes burned with terrible anger. His hand shook. Klinburg laughed again.
"Oh, so far, she hasn't been hurt. I don't have much time now. Currently, the two of you will disappear in a while. But not now."
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