Van and Art carefully marched between the scattered residential houses, and more and more Imperial soldiers began to appear wherever they could see.
This only proved one thing, that is, the frontal battlefield of the Death Angel had really begun to collapse.
"Boss, what should I do now?
I can't contact Mark and Qiangwei."
Art asked softly.
After successfully escaping from the mutants, Van and Art fled into a dense residential area and were faced with a difficult choice.
"Let's go to the inner city gate."
Fan thought for a while and made up his mind.
"But isn't there a fighting there?"
Art was a little confused.
"What do you think of this war?"
Van suddenly asked.
"What?"
Art was a little stunned for a moment, but then he stared closely into Fan's eyes, "Boss, do you know something?"
Fan replied in an extremely calm tone, "I guess what is happening now was planned by the organization."
"That's impossible" Art clearly didn't believe it.
"Don't you think it's a coincidence that Yang Feng and the Imperial people have joined forces?
Did the organization really know nothing before?
If they really didn't know, why did they gather so many high-level reformers in the main city in advance?"
Fan said expressionlessly.
"So the A-25 was abandoned on purpose, as were the A-13 and A-08.
We were just organized bait to attract the enemy."
Art still couldn't believe it.
"But if we all die, what will the organization do to fight against the empire?"
Fanping looked into Art's eyes, "This is the key to getting to the inner city gate."
"What's the meaning" "The organization definitely has other means to reverse this war, and now it's time for each of us to reveal our trump cards."
"But what if not?"
Art asked.
"We can only hope that it does.
If not, then we are doomed to die."
Fan replied calmly.
Art suddenly narrowed his eyes in pain, "Boss, are we really just treated as victims by the organization?"
Fan glanced at Art quietly, then patted his shoulder gently, "This is why I want you to live.
There are some things that you have to see and find the answers for yourself."
Art was silent for a moment, then raised his head, "You are always right, boss."
He murmured softly, and jumped out of the window following Fan's figure.
Half an hour later, the central residential area in the west of the outer city.
"Be careful, there may be those damn angels of death hiding here at any time," a tall imperial warrior scolded in a low voice.
"Captain, you are too careful.
I don't believe they dare to attack our frontal battlefield now.
They will lose soon.
If I were the Angel of Death, I would definitely hide now."
Another soldier curled his lips.
"You're the only one who talks too much."
The captain slapped the team member on the head.
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"Who knows if there might be an injured senior Angel of Death hiding here?"
"I'm afraid of what he might do.
If there is an injured senior Death Angel, it would be over if we take him down as well."
The soldier who was patted on the head muttered softly.
"Sem, can you sense if there is a hidden angel of death here?"
the commander asked the other person next to him.
The reformer named Sam nodded slightly, "There is one hidden on the fourth floor of that building."
He stretched out his hand to point out the direction.
"Is there only one?"
the captain asked.
"Yes, judging from the strength of the life pulse, there are about three levels."
Sam answered seriously.
"Captain, let me go and I promise to end the battle within ten minutes."
The soldier who spoke before stood up.
The captain frowned slightly, "Adam, you go with Jims."
"Yes, Captain."
The soldier named Adam nodded.
"Okay, okay."
The reformer named Jims shook his head helplessly.
As soon as Jims entered the building and out of his captain's sight, he immediately ran and rushed down the stairs to the fourth floor at almost full speed.
"Jims, wait a minute" Adam hurriedly chased after him.
"It's just a third-level bug, does it deserve to be so nervous?"
Jims curled his lips disdainfully, without slowing down at all.
But as soon as he rushed out of the fourth-floor stairwell, a shrill scream suddenly came from his mouth.
"What happened to Jims?"
Adam hurriedly accelerated his speed, but when he arrived at the fourth floor, there was only a pool of blood that had not yet dried on the ground, and Jims' figure had long since disappeared.
"Damn" he cursed, and then carefully stepped over the sharp steel wire in front of his feet.
If there were not a few drops of blood remaining on the steel wire, he would have completely ignored this little mechanism.
Adam carefully crossed the steel wire and was about to turn on the headset when he suddenly felt a sudden dizziness.
The loud cracking sound from his neck bones became the last sound in his mind.
Fan slowly hung down from the ceiling of the corridor.
A steel wire hung on the beam, hanging his body slowly to the ground.
He had been climbing on the ceiling like a gecko before, regardless of carelessness.
Neither Jims nor the cautious Adam noticed his presence.
When he landed, Art walked out of the room next to him.
He nodded towards Fan, "Boss, I found ten rounds of usable ammunition."
Fan nodded to Art, "The remaining two people will be here soon.
You go to the fifth floor first."
Art quickly loaded ten rounds of bullets into the magazine, and then ran up quickly.
After carefully checking the enemies at his feet, Fan held a high-explosive grenade in his hand, and then stepped into the room that Art had left earlier.
A few minutes later, two other Imperial soldiers who sensed the team member's death rushed to the scene cautiously.
"Damn it."
The captain gently turned over Adam's body, and then cursed in a low voice.
"Sem, he is on the fifth floor now" "Yes, Captain."
Sam nodded in agreement, and then carefully walked into the room next to him.
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Jims lay face down quietly in the room, his body covered with scarlet blood.
"Captain, Jims is still alive" Sam suddenly shouted loudly.
He reached out and turned Jims' body over, but he immediately felt strong regret for his actions.
Because what was covered under Jims was a high-explosive grenade stuck to the floor, and the grenade's ring was hanging gently on Jims' body, swinging back and forth as his body moved.
"No" Sam screamed loudly, but the blast of high-explosive grenades completely obscured his voice.
The heat wave gushing out from the room almost scorched the captain's hair as he was about to rush in.
The body pushed by the strong air flow directly broke the wooden door behind him.
"Damn" he cursed loudly, ignoring the wounds on his arms and stood up hastily, "I will make you pay the price" he shouted in the direction of the fifth floor.
But a pair of cold hands clasped his throat at this moment.
"Let's wait for the next life." click The hair-raising sound of bone cracking echoed in the small room, followed by the sound of a corpse falling to the ground.
This cyborg captain from the empire never thought that there were two people hiding here until the last moment.
And Fan's ability to hide is the key to his victory at this time.
"Art, come down and count the bodies."
Van said into the headset.
Then he turned around, and through the fourth-floor window, the inner city gate of the Angel of Death was in front of him: