Fingers flicked across the console, and the dials with countless hands swaying and the small lights shining in their own colors all entered the range of Norentel's consideration. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He manually made the differential machine on the relist fully start, and then called up the various programs that had been stored in it according to the current situation of the relist, combined them, and set the specific time for the relist to start.

Then, he photographed the master control buttons for the opening and closing of all the side doors of the cargo compartment, glanced at the mechanical watch on his wrist, considered the time it would take to deal with the remaining enemies, and set the closing time of the side door, before removing a firearm from the half of the corpse on the side, taking enough ammunition, and reloading the magazine.

From the front control room, there was a "snort" sound of the air valve depressurizing, and bursts of gray steam also overflowed from the ends of various pipes, floating in the air, and slowly sinking towards the ground.

Norentel looked at the side of the warehouse in a mirror, and the gray fog left only a faint shadow, which no longer affected the vision. At this time, the toxic substances are diluted to a small point due to the air circulation system of the warehouse itself. Norentel ripped off his mask, revealing a reddened face. The veins on his forehead were still half-bulging, and sweat was running down his jaw and onto his clothes.

With the shield in his other hand, Norentel looked more and more composed. He's the only one left, but there may still be many, at least two digits. He didn't feel the air of panic at all, but there was some nervousness, which was a warning to the sniper.

I've been in a similar situation before, and he's the only one left in the team. So I don't feel that there will be any pressure in my heart, and only if I survive will I have a future, which is what he has always believed in and practiced until now. He wasn't born to be the captain of this special team, there were many people who were stronger than him in the past. But after one mission, they all died, and then this position didn't know how long it would take his turn.

He warned himself not to rush now, just wait for the enemies who had burrowed into the cargo compartment to come out, and fire a bullet in a magazine, and he could finish them all in less than a few seconds. Just wait and take your chances.

By this time, the side doors of the cargo compartment had been fully opened, and the stuffed cargo could once again see the dim light around it.

After less than a minute, the people hiding in the carriage had already come down one after another with trance looks. The warehouse was quiet, the steam engine and furnace were in the preparation stage, and the sound it made could not be called a sound. Only from time to time will the pipe release make a sharp sound.

These people were still holding guns, and the nerves in their bodies were paralyzed because of the poison gas they inhaled. The specific situation manifested in this is a general weakness of hands and feet. They jumped on the unloading platform as if they had fallen from above, and there was nothing at all that a surgeon should be.

"、、、、、" Some people were very careful, and when they saw the side door open, they did not rush down, but roared in the carriage. Norentel had not learned the language of the Common Sea either, and could only speculate in his mind about what they would say. He also spent most of his energy looking for the sniper. That's his main goal.

Slowly, more and more voices rang out, and these people seemed to be exchanging basic information, and they were also holding guns and guarding the surroundings. More and more people fell from the first half of the retrain carriage one by one to the unloading platform, a total of less than 20 people, probably more than that. But what can't be done now may never come down. The final paralysis of the poison gas is the brain, when the various systems of the body completely cease to function under the action of the toxic substance, which in turn leads those people to death.

Norentel was very patient, and the men were careful when they got out of the carriage, but when they saw the corpses left in front of them, their bodies paralyzed by the poison gas also affected their own alertness. Mentally slackened quickly, and they had to relax, and those loose bodies could not support their concentration for a long time.

Someone climbed onto the roof of the car, saw the sight on the other side of the reformation, and began to scream. More people climbed up and shouted around. They did not think that apart from them, all the people on both sides were dead, and there was no one left. But all the cries went unanswered, and it seemed as if they were the only ones left in the warehouse.

Eventually, someone realized that the re-alignment should be started immediately and leave the snowy peak as soon as possible. The men slowly descended from the roof of the car to the top of the unloading platform, and hurried to the rearranged control room.

Norrentel saw this in his eyes, the time was ripe long ago, and he had been looking for the sniper's shadow ever since. But there was never the slightest discovery, the other party is obviously much more professional than him in sniping, and his patience is not comparable. He was still anxious.

He didn't wait any longer, and after taking a deep breath against the door of the control room, he flipped over at a slight angle, exposing only the half of his head that needed to be aimed. A bunch of golden shells popped out from the side, and the bullets hit the head of the crosshairs in an instant.

There were less than twenty people, and before the bullets in one of the magazines of the muskets were completely fired, all of them died.

Norentel met no resistance, and the shot gave him the feeling of being in a shooting range now, shooting at fixed targets with the gun in his hand.

But a lot of sweat still oozed from his forehead. The threat from that sniper had been weighing on his heart, and it was impossible for his body to relax without sending a bullet into the sniper's head with his own hands.

The side door of the cargo compartment was closed in advance, and Norrentel quietly hid inside the front of the fourth tractor from the path hanging from the outside of the tractor. He was about to hide in the cargo compartment in the back. The enemy probably assumed that he would be in the front of the car in the first four quarters, because the retrain needed to be controlled, and now he was the only one left. But he has no idea where the enemy is, which is dangerous, and he needs to make some preparation to make this game of hunter and prey fairer.

The surrounding furnace raised the temperature quite a bit, and Norentel took off his body armor. It didn't do anything about sniper firearms, and it didn't do anything when it was carried on your body.

"Fifteen minutes to go. Norental was still in the front of the fourth tractor, and the temperature here made him feel an indescribable sense of security, though he couldn't figure out why. He wanted to go to the back cars at once, but for some reason, he didn't want to move because he stayed here. Thinking that he was due to fatigue, Norentel later learned that it was his own instinct and that it was safer here. Even though it's a little hot here, it's almost enough to catch up with his body temperature.

He sat on the ground at the front of the fourth tractor, and the doors on both sides were closed by him, so that he could never see the inside from the outside, and the windows were also white. Huddled in a hidden corner, Norentel placed his shield at the side of his body, leaning against the steel wall behind him, collecting any of sound outside.

"The enemy probably won't come out, so we'll have to wait for the realignment to kick in. "Then it depends on who is more patient." ”

He sighed, pulled a packet of completely flattened cigarettes from his trouser pocket, and picked one out of it. After a moment's hesitation, he looked around, and even if smoke rose, there was no possibility of detecting it from the outside. So he lit his cigarette and took a hard puff. Smoking at this time is indeed an excellent enjoyment that he can't usually experience.