Gently spreading the body of the lifeless enemy in her arms on the ground, in the darkness, Kasia could clearly feel the warm blood still flowing between her fingers, and its sticky and slippery feeling. The smell of blood spreads in the quiet air in the quiet air of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info, and in the sensitive nose, it is as strong and mellow as a fine wine buried in the ground for a hundred years.

After waiting for a moment, Kasia's suppressed body activity finally returned to its normal state, and then he picked up the heavy corpse of the enemy and the modified sniper rifle, and went to the place where the light was shining.

This is still a very young man, probably not much older than the eighteen-year-old Kasia. His face was sickly pale from blood loss, his eyes were closed, his mouth was tightly pursed, and his nose was unusually upright in the light.

"What a quiet death. His eyes reflected the delicate young face of the enemy in front of him, and Kasia watched this scene carelessly, such a scene often brought him a slight paralysis, which was a poison to thought and cognition, and the change and influence were carried out imperceptibly. Just like the growth of human beings, every time is a little bit of untraceable ripples.

The enemy's clothes were already stained red with blood, and the chest pierced through the hole, and blood was still pouring out, consciously or unconsciously. Kasia began to search for the corpses of his enemies, hoping to find something of value in them.

That sniper rifle was probably the best trophy, followed by the various bullets in the bullet bag, all of which had been specially processed later, and there were more than fifty rounds in total, not too much, not too little. Then there was a piece of iron that resembled an identification tag with the name of the corpse written on it, Plitt Noho. Above the name was a black and white photograph, as young as Kasia, pretending to be serious, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, this is the age of a person who is in high spirits, but now he is lying quietly on the ground. The name is followed by a row of small letters that read, "Captain of the First Squad".

Around the corpse's waist, there was also a sketchy map half-soaked in blood, which was not very recognizable. Above it is a simple structure of white paper and black lines, marked with small red dots in some places. These marked places should be sniper points that have been determined in advance. There was some handwriting on the last piece of paper, which was almost a standard print, and the information displayed on it was very scattered, similar to a diary, which should be what Prit usually wrote down on it at random.

"One of today's tasks is to find out the surrounding landscape as soon as possible, to the extent that even if there is no light, it is necessary to be able to accurately find the approximate location of the sniper point. ”

"I've been squatting for a few days, and I haven't seen any trace of anyone except the occasional rat passing by a large area in front of me, except for my own people, of course. But tomorrow be sure to remember to go back to the main base to get supplies for the next few days.

"When I came to that base again today, I suddenly felt bad when I saw those people under Noli. Although I have long known that the boss and Nolida have joined forces, but when I think of the men who died in front of my eyes, I can't feel close to the people on their side. Rather than being allies joining forces, we are just wolves who have come together for the common good. ”

"It's been more than two months, and it's really boring to keep squatting around sniper points. But the boss said that something big might happen in the near future, and the underground mine would be very lively, and told me to prepare in advance. ”

"I heard from the other captains that today's discussion between the boss and Nolida has been completed, and as long as the plan goes smoothly, in another month or two, the matter in this can be completely over. When the time comes, you can leave this oasis in the middle of the desert and rest for a few months in a more prosperous city. ”

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There are still a few lines of handwriting below, and the recorded things are already the whining words that he has been complaining about when he has been squatting here for a long time.

After Kasia sorted out his belongings and made sure that there was nothing missing from the corpse, he picked up Pulit's body and threw it in a ravine not far away.

"He's going to be food for rats in it. Looking deeply into the bottomless darkness in front of him, Kasia then looked at the time, twelve hours had passed since the meeting. It was three o'clock in the morning, and he had finished eating the food he had brought with him, and glanced at the low ridge that had arched in front of him, and had no intention of going back.

There was something on it that he wanted to know, and it attracted him like the smell of the female worm. The door to the core of the matter has been opened in front of him, as long as he uses a little more strength with his hands, and then steps boldly forward, he can see the most critical core.

Plitt's diary words reveal a very important message, which is in the interests of almost everyone. Norida wasn't against everyone, he had already joined forces with a man entrenched in the city of Gerun before Kasia, who represented the student body, before they arrived, and between the arms smuggling dealers, he had also planned something.

If Kasia's guess was not wrong, the one who joined forces with Norida was Floss, who had disappeared after entering the mines. He has been entrenched here for a year or two, and only he can meet the "months" stated in the Pulit information.

Thinking about it this way, Floss's blocking of the entrance to the underground mine was just a show planned with Nolida to attract people in.

So what is the purpose of attracting so many people in? Just to make us kill each other, reduce our respective powers, and then wipe them out? Kasia felt that their purpose was definitely not so simple, and those arms dealers were not stupid, and the friction in the dark, everyone was restrained, and the result was not as Floss and Nolida thought.

So Kasia had always thought that they had missed something important, and that the intermittent information they had received lacked a thread that held them together. They needed to know what Noleda was planning.

Kasia felt that if she went up to the low ridge in front of her, and then saw something, she seemed to be able to completely blend all the messy information in her mind and sort out an incomparably clear line. And the end of the line is tightly tied to Nolida's body.

But what could it be? a rock, or a person, or a word written on paper, or an ordinary sight?

Kasia didn't know what shape it would be, but she had to look at it, and she had to make the light reflected by that thing really reflect her eyes, which was the most basic requirement. Just like a limousine, sometimes you don't need a password card, but the steam used as the power is indispensable.

He was now climbing on the low, not-so-steep ridge in front of him. The rocks were softer than he had imagined, and the smell of the earth on them was completely out of tune, as if it had been covered with the low mountain later.

The top is not very high, and Kasia is expected to be about 1,500 meters high. However, while he had to be careful with the snipers hiding around him, he also had to be careful to keep the movement under his feet as little as possible within the minimum range allowed by the environment. The gentle slope gave him a lot of climbing aid, and with a sketchy map of the landscape and a few marked sniper points in Pulitt's hand, Kasia's journey to the top of the low ridge went unexpectedly well.

At the top of the ridge, the wind was louder and more abundant, and there was a slight moisture, and the coolness was mixed with a smell of moist earth and a faint smell of another. The smell was almost at the limit of Kasia's sense of smell, and it was hidden in the flowing wind, more delicate than the light smoke that would be blown away at any moment.

But for Kasia, even if it was a vague smell, the familiar feeling in it was a memory that he would not forget now, and for a long time to come. After five years in a steam factory, the smell accompanied him for almost his entire youth and was firmly ingrained in every part of his body.

It's the smell of lube!