The rain became much heavier in the middle of the night, and the pick-up truck made a few circles and completely went out of the center area. There were no cars on the road, and the rain could be seen under the street lamps in the form of a wire mesh. Under the two bright headlights, the pickup truck drove smoothly, and the not-so-delicate sound of the engine occasionally suppressed the sound of rain ticking on the roof.

"Where's it been, and how long is it?" said the car, a lightly modified car, with a bridge between the front and the cargo box, and a door open there that could accommodate two or three people at the same time. A man who was watching the delivery poked his head out of the crack in the open door and glanced in front of the wiper swinging, feeling a little dull.

"It's still early, at least an hour or so. The transfer station was built on the periphery, and it was very fast to drive straight through, but the rule was to go around and the order could not be disobeyed. The driver tilted his head and yawned, "I haven't had a good rest for two or three days, and my mind is highly concentrated." If it was an ordinary person, it might have fallen down a long time ago. I don't know how long this will last, but it's useless to complain, the task must be carried out. ”

As he spoke, the communicator in the passenger seat lit up, and the driver looked sorry and took the communicator with his free hand.

"Then you report the situation first. The man who watched the delivery retracted his head.

"On the way, about an hour. The driver paused, which made the voice carry spirit.

"Watch behind you along the way, there is no one to pick you up now, be careful. After that, every 10 minutes will be reported. The tone on the other side was very cold, and the driver could only nod silently. It was only when the communication "bang" was cut off that he gasped hard. But it was far from enough, he opened his mouth and took a few deep breaths, and when he felt a little better, half of his body near the passenger seat was a little cold. During the communication, the door seemed to be half opened, and the cold air used to temporarily store the food had not yet dissipated, and some of it was running out of it.

"Hey!" the driver called, not responding for a few breaths. He had just turned his head when he saw a man naturally coming out of it, dressed in casual clothes, sitting in the passenger seat while skimming his hand and pulling out the anesthetic needle on his back.

"No need to shout, the light inside is too dim, maybe you didn't pay attention to the strength when you started, and both of them should be dead. Kasia said, dropping the needle at his feet and placing a loop of wire cord on his knee. He stared at the driver, "It's better to keep your hands on the steering wheel, you shouldn't have the strength of the next two." As he spoke, he suddenly fell to the driver, and a hand instantly popped out, holding the driver's hand out of the pistol.

"Ah、、、h Kasia let go of her hand, grabbed the driver's neck, violently opened his mouth, and threw her other hand into it with a bright red object, which smelled fishy.

Closing the driver's mouth, and seeing that the driver had swallowed what had been thrown, Kasia slowly picked up the dropped pistol and looked at the bright road floor under the headlights.

They didn't speak for a few minutes, and the unclosed door behind them continued to supply cold air to the cab. The driver's face was covered with sweat, his body was hard, his waist was hunched, his neck was shrunk, and his jaw still had the red marks left by the clamping he had just been clamped. His hands were honestly on the steering wheel, his throat kept moving, but he never said a word.

Seeing that the time was about the same, Kasia looked at the driver who was in a state of nervous tension again: "Do you think it's better for me to smash your head with a gun and then throw the body out of the car, or let's have a good chat with us, and you exchange some useful information for your own life." As he spoke, Kasia opened a window and fired a shot into the vapor-filled crevice, and a street lamp on the side of the road went out.

"Let's talk, let's talk. The driver hurriedly replied, "But I'm just a driver, and I don't know much." The main members of the operation remained in the school, waiting for the next tentative person to enter the network. They are entitled to more detailed information、、、"

"Do you know what you just ate?" Cassida asked, interrupting the driver. He then pulled out his tactical knife and lightly cut a cut in his finger, smearing a trace of blood on the body of the gun.

A fine layer of red foam rose, and the metal on the surface of the gunfire was slowly corroding.

"Have you ever heard of a surgical development that allows your body to be like a tree, and pick up bright red 'fruits'. Of course it's not a fruit, it's just a layer of poisonous substance wrapped in flesh and blood. Some, like capsules for cold and fever medicines, slowly release the toxic substances in them. It looks like this. "I shook the pistol in front of the driver, and the body of the gun had been corroded off a layer.

Simulating the "snort" sound of corrosion in his mouth, Cassia explained: "Imagine that this kind of toxicity is so great that steel can corrode it, and the flesh of the surgeon will definitely not be able to resist it." It invades the bloodstream and spreads throughout the body. Wait until the toxic accumulation reaches a limit、、、 sneer、、、"

"I will cooperate, I will cooperate. There must be an antidote, right?" the driver slammed on the brakes in a panic and looked at Kasia, "But I really don't know anything, the task given to me is to immediately choose one of several set routes, and then drive to the transfer station to complete it, and the rest 、、、"

"How much do you know about the transit station?And, who are you??, and what are you hiding in the Imperial History School?" Cassia turned her pistol, "All three questions are not difficult, right?"

"The transfer station is just a temporary base, which is used to connect with some tasks that are issued from time to time. It is also a resting place on weekdays, a small warehouse of weapons and ammunition, where some idle people will gather, ready to move at any time. As for why they are hiding in school, I really don't know. Because the task for me is only to transport this. As for who it is, it turns out that I am just a mercenary who underwent shoddy surgery in the dark world, and only later joined this force. At the highest level, I had only one man whom we called 'Commander', a man whose name we didn't know, even though I had been in for two or three years. ”

"What family are you from?" said the driver, a surname that Kasia had never heard of.

"Not here, in fact, we haven't been here for a long time, and we used to be in other regions. The driver said at this time, his face was flushed, and his ears were bloodshot and became bright blood. He released the brakes, and the pickup truck slowly moved forward again.

"Got a little bit of it. Kasia nodded thoughtfully, and at the same time he picked up the communicator that was placed aside and handed it to the driver, "It's time." ”

"The situation is going well somewhat、、、"

Communication is transmitted to the relay station by radio signals.