Climbing to the window, Milton's face finally showed a little joy. Dozens of steel-hulled bombs exploded at this moment, and the impact carried countless shrapnel to push him into the corner under the window. The clothes were in pieces, the surface of the body was broken into a blur, and the oozing blood pooled together on the potholed ground.

As if it were some kind of deep surgical development, neither the fragments of artillery nor steel-hulled bombs caused fatal damage to Milton. The skin was far tougher than that of an ordinary surgeon, like a powerful body armor that came with it, and the shrapnel failed to penetrate his body effectively, and was all blocked by the skin and embedded there.

Milton's muscles squirmed as he hunched over, and the shrapnel was mistaken as a foreign object, squeezing out of his body and falling in a pool of blood.

Not daring to stay for a moment, Milton now only thought about how to escape as quickly as possible and get out of this residence. Flipping out of the window, Milton clung to the edge with his hand, trying to use his strength to get to the next floor. This is the thirteenth floor, and the impact brought by a height of tens of meters is not something he can withstand.

"Vahn!" Milton shouted in panic, expecting the Templars on the opposite side to provide him with cover. But before his head could be deflected, two sharp sounds burst into his eardrums in an instant. The wall beneath him exploded, and before Milton could feel anything, he saw two legs spurting blood between the pieces of wall rubble.

"Ahh What was the feeling of crying, Milton's brain could not call on at all at this moment.

The arm was stimulated by the pain, and Milton screamed in pain as he violently propped himself up and catapulted upward. Feeling his body fly, he beat his arms straight, trying to grab the edge of the window on the upper floor, which he was about to touch.

"Bang!" a crisp sound slammed down on him from above, and several shards of glass fell, smashing straight into his face. Subconsciously closed his eyes, and the glass slashed across his face, without cutting through the tough skin. But when he opened his eyes, the red-hot blood that was about to regain hope froze sharply.

Several swarthy muzzles peeked out of the window, already firmly aimed at his head, and the indifferent glances behind a few masks made him forget that he should now grasp the edge of the window. Several muzzles flipped and spewed flames into his arm.

The pain could no longer be felt, and Milton's eyes were filled only with the faint muzzle flame that represented death. His body fell along with his two broken arms, and he still shouted "Vahn" in his mouth, hoping that he could be rescued. But his body turned around as he fell, and his eyes blurred for a brief moment of trance.

In the blood he spurted, he seemed to see the house where Vahn was on the other side. The window was also shattered by the explosion, and several people, like him, rushed out of the window.

The sound of the firebolt suddenly rang out, forming a circle that completely encircled Milton in the middle. Countless bullets poured out from behind him, the trajectory dragging the smoke into a faint web, and Vahn and several of his men were completely blown to pieces by the acid platinum bullet in the time Milton slammed his eye.

Only then did it become clear that Vahn and the other people were mixed with the fragments of the corpse, and behind those fragments, there was a circle of people who were also wearing masks and looking at themselves.

"Ah、、、h His body writhed, and his confused head left him with no idea what to do now. But he didn't want to die like this, he wanted to pray to the gods, and the thought came to him, as if it had come true.

Several pairs of steady hands reached out from the window below, dragging him and pulling him into the room.

"Don't kill me! don't kill me、、、 don't 、、、、kill me, don't kill me, 、、、," Milton spoke, spitting out blood, his breathing fading. He felt like he was lying on solid floor, surrounded by a circle of masked people looking at him as if they were admiring a work of art that they had carefully crafted.

"All the teams immediately enter the house and plant the platinum powder, whether it is a few pieces or not, as long as the head is complete, there must be a few bullet holes on it!" Dale Adam immediately said, "Communications team, report your situation immediately!"

"Deputy Regiment Commander, it was discovered that the communicator left by the enemy, which had been destroyed during the attack, but left the core, is now being urgently connected to their frequency according to the storage mechanism above, and it will take about a minute. ”

"Okay, you hurry up. After the explosives were planted, all the teams retreated as planned. The limousine is next to the building, discarding the heavy machine guns, the first to sixth squads leave in the limousine, the seventh to twelfth squads take the underground waterway, and the rest of the squad immediately camouflages themselves, and after leaving here, they find the limousine to reach the designated position. Sniper team, drop the weight from your body, you have to speed up again, the enemy has already noticed the movement here. Special Squad, you're going to communicate with the black market trafficking network here after you leave here, and I need to know the general situation of the dark world here soon. ”

"Roger!" said multiple voices at the same time, and Dya breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where's the medical team!" Della looked at the door of the house that had just opened, "cardiac and hemostatic agents, as well as stimulants, hurry up and get injected, this person can't die yet." By the way, there is also an antidote, five times the amount of injection, and he will need to say a few words later. Don't forget the tranquilizers, that's the most useful thing. ”

"Correspondence, okay?" As he spoke, dozens of syringes were inserted into Milton's neck at the same time. The potion had an effect after about ten seconds, and the pupils in the eyes that were gradually expanding suddenly constricted to a point, and the faint breathing began to recover, "Pack it in a bag, don't let the blood flow into the stairs." ”

"Deputy Commander, we have successfully accessed, we will rush to you immediately. ”

"At the top of the stairs, remember to have the megaphone ready. Dya replied using another special communicator to contact Kasia, "Commander, the plan has been successfully completed, and we are retreating." There is an enemy alive, but it is not known whether it is their commander or not. It seems that there is only one communicator, and our people are already connected to their frequency.

"Thank you, very good news. Then you write down my words, which were told by the living enemy. ”

Dale Adam immediately took out the paper that had been placed there in advance from his trouser pocket, dipped his finger in a little of the enemy's blood in the bag, and wrote the words "save me" in imperial Chinese on it.

At this time, several members of the communication team also came down the stairs and joined Dyer and the others.

"Deputy Commander. The leader of the communications team handed over the microphone, and at the same time he took the communicator from Delya's hand and installed it on the loudspeaker.

"Can you hear me?" said Delya, opening the bag and looking at Milton, whose face was covered in blood.

"Don't, don't, kill 、、、"

"It's good to be able to hear it. Dyar interrupted Milton directly, "Just wait a minute, you can repeat these two words, then maybe we can let you go." Now, with the technology of the Empire's mechanics, it's entirely feasible to replace your limbs with robotic arms. But if you say one more irrelevant word, what your teammates are like, I promise you will definitely be like too!"

Seeing Milton nodding, Dyer asked her subordinates to turn on the communicator, and after a second or two of noise, a rough voice immediately came: "Milton, what's going on! What's going on over there? I saw an explosion here!"

"Help me、、、 save me、、、" Milton was in pain, as if begging. Dyer waved her hand at this time, and several people next to him picked up firearms, and several rifle butts immediately smashed into the back of his neck.

Seeing the enemy faint, Delea had the megaphone turned on and moved the microphone closer.

"So his name is Milton?" Cassia echoed in the stairwell, a confused voice.

、、、、、、

A sudden silence fell on everyone.

"Who are you?"

"Aren't you looking for me? I think you're slow, so I'm coming to you. But it seems that everyone's luck is not very good, and they didn't touch a piece. It's a shame I didn't see you here. ”

"Ah、、、 I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgot, you're still in that building! I'm really sorry I didn't notice these things. Kasia deliberately dragged out his voice, he wanted to laugh a little, but he tried his best to hold back, "Then next time, you can take a break, I'll get out of here first." Recently, my health has been getting worse and worse. ”

The "Zizi" voice fell, and the communication was cut off on time.