"Over the abandoned factory?" with a definite male voice, there was an innate sense of trust.

"According to the positioning signal sent by the last 11th a minute ago, it is determined that it is the edge position there. The woman, a capable assistant, had taken a map, walked slowly to the man's side, and unfolded it in front of him. Then use a red pen to circle the approximate location. There's also a red area on the map that encompasses a huge factory, which is where they are now.

"This is it, close to our location. The other three were missing, and they were all located far away from us, and the enemy seemed to know where we were, so they avoided these dangerous areas as much as possible. But this time it's a little different. The female assistant spoke quickly, and she looked up at the man with glasses in front of her, and under the glasses was a face with a warm smile, full of calm expression. The man holds a book in his hand - "The History of Steam Power". Thicker than an adult's palm, the words on it occupy all the blank space of the page, and only a few black-and-white pictures that appear from time to time can make one take a short breath from it.

Halfway through the pages, the man took a piece of flak, a sheet compressed from a bullet casing, made into a simple handicraft, which was used as a temporary bookmark, and sandwiched between the pages he was currently flipping through.

"You mean, someone else did it this time?" the man asked, looking to his side to see only a wooden table several meters long. All kinds of common weapons on the market are neatly arranged on the table, and the bullets are also organized in all directions, all erected, and the sharp bullets shine in the light. A man in a combat uniform is using a tactical knife to carve shallow crosses into bullets. It looks like a man, but it's too thin compared to a man. By the time the man in glasses had just finished looking past, he had just finished carving a full phalanx of bullets.

"My dear friend, is this time going over? The first three times were all in vain, and the enemy is very clever, and the first time he knew that there was something little in our people. This time it will be rashly pursued in this direction, and it is likely to be a trap. I think they're losing patience too. As you said, the longer the time drags on, the better it is for our side, but the enemy's side obviously doesn't want to give us this time. The man said, standing up and placing the book in his seat. The female assistant next to her picked up the portable communicator and pressed the start button.

"The first squad is ready to go at any moment. The female assistant knew the character of the man at the table very well, "We only have one chance to passively activate the signal transmitter on Eleven, and of course it cannot be ruled out that the enemy has already thrown it into the trap that has been set up for a long time. ”

The man nodded, indicating that he understood. In a short time as he spoke, he loaded all the bullets with the cross into several magazines. With a friendly smile in return, he picked up his musket and tactical knife, and walked silently to another exit of the spacious space. And the first team in the mouth of the female assistant has now all rushed over from the resting place. After the man who was thin but did not seem to be disobedient entered the exit, he also fished out.

When the group of people finished, the eyed man thought for a while, and then looked at the female assistant on the side.

"Pagoda, you go this time, too. ”

The female assistant Berta suddenly showed excitement in her eyes, but she also glanced at the bespectacled man next to her suspiciously.

"If it's really an enemy trap, you can at least serve as a layer of protection and bargaining chips in the past. The man explained.

After taking a simple weapon, Berta quickly caught up with the first squad that attacked. Including Berta himself, the entire team was less than a twelve. They are all experienced fighters selected from other teams, and their strength is not to mention, and their cooperation with each other has also been well tempered in several sorties.

The journey is silent and very fast, and everyone has been accustomed to this environment for a long time. Berta came to the front of the group and greeted the leader. But only a silent look and a formulaic nod of the head. Berta didn't care, maintaining his pace and rhythm with the team.

Within minutes, the team was in the abandoned factory. The twelve men dispersed here in a tacit understanding, encircling from the edge to the last place where Eleven's signal was transmitted.

A minute later, the team converged not far from the tracks. Everyone was silent in the lonely darkness.

"Is there any smell left?" asked Berta.

One member of the team whispered yes, and then all of them fell silent for a few seconds.

"It's very light, towards the nearest residential gathering place. The smell of the factory, as well as the evening breeze, has a great impact on the smell that remains. When you get to the residential gathering place, you can passively turn on the signal transmitter, and the situation may be much better. The man's nose was unusually sensitive, and after a few sniffs in the air, he recognized the smell of the potion that had been sprayed on the eleventh's body when he went out.

"In addition to the smell of the factory, there is indeed the smell of other people, which is very ordinary, and there is only one enemy. However, it is not very referential, and unless it can be very close, it will be very difficult to find the enemy by smell if the enemy does bring Eleven into the gathering place. There were so many other people's smells mixed in there, and the smell of the chemical plant's pharmaceutical ingredients could cover almost all of them. I can only try as much as I can. We have to speed up, and before long, all the potion smells left on Eleven's body will be blown away by the wind. ”

The team immediately headed for the gathering point. Berta was at the front of the group, following the emaciated man. From time to time, the eyes looking ahead glance at the person, as if they were observing. Without speaking, the twelve men walked in silence, and the quick-nosed team members would pause for a few seconds to correct their direction.

The residential gathering point came into their eyes, and the lights were diminish little by little. There was a small river in front of it, and the current seemed a little rapid, with the intermittent sound of flowing water lapping against the riverbank. The team split up and passed over a small bridge not far away, heading towards the gathering place, while the rest remained on guard in the darkness. Soon after, everyone gathered at a small seven-story building near the gathering place.

"The night wind had blown the exhaust fumes from the nearby chemical plant, and the smell had lost its effect. The sharp-nosed man regretted that the launcher could be turned on passively, hoping that this would not be another decoy to attract us. "Say these things with a smile, the first three times they were like this, when they went to the probe according to the signal source, the result was only to see the emitter itself.

Berta took out his portable communicator and contacted the man with glasses.