Chapter 803 The dark moon and high wind kill the night
Sorge had some doubts. He was not sure whether the other party was deceiving him.
So he didn't respond, just looked at the old man silently.
The other party seemed to see his doubts, smiled and said:
"Ever since the network I set up here intercepted this information, we have been scattered. The Red Pirates' counter-intelligence system has been hunting us down. They want to take back this data at all costs. I can't find anyone else to protect it.
Otherwise, I won’t find you. You don’t need to ask me which side I belong to, just like I won’t ask you. You just need to know that I choose to entrust it to a trustworthy ally. No matter who you are, I
My friend, you are respected and trusted, and your decision is of great significance in this secret war."
After thinking for a moment, Sorge took the crystal from the old man's trembling hand.
He didn't know what to say, and he didn't even want to take over this important and burdensome thing, but he already understood that it was in an extremely dangerous environment.
Then, the old man smiled and seemed to want to say something else.
boom------!
The next moment, the wall behind the old man exploded in a burst of bright light, and brick fragments flew everywhere.
In the blink of an eye, two blue lasers shot into the room, cutting the old man into three pieces before he could avoid it.
"What!"
As early as the moment the explosion occurred, Sorge instinctively lay down at the door to find cover, holding a knife in his hand.
Even his skin began to surge, ready to change into another posture at any time.
Soon, rapid footsteps were heard on the stairs, and Sorge saw two heavily armed soldiers rushing into the blasted door from the vantage point of the door.
They were muscular, wearing purple unmarked armor and carrying two compact, short-barreled laser rifles. The stains on their knees and forearms showed how they measured the walls and blasted them.
No need to check, Sorge has already guessed that this is definitely the person who is the messenger of lust.
After the soldier rushed into the room, he immediately looked around and a green aiming laser emitted from his rifle.
A soldier found Sorge lying at the door and fired.
The laser pierced the door frame, sending up a shower of debris that burned through the plaster wall.
Sorge quickly lowered his head, only to find that the old man's pistol was thrown on the damaged carpet under his nose. He must have dropped the gun on the ground when he fell.
He shouted that it was a fluke, grabbed the gun, turned on the safety, and fired.
This gun is small, but has a weird design. It is obviously an ancient model and is worth a lot of money.
It has great recoil and the gunfire is as loud as a basilisk cannon.
When he opened fire, he not only frightened Sorge, but also frightened two sneaky soldiers.
The first bullet fired made a big hole in the wall, and the second bullet directly blew up an enemy.
The runes on the barrel suddenly jumped from V to III.
Sorge sighed, the magazine of this gun was obviously too small.
After he rolled and jumped out of the bunker, he immediately knelt down and shot, blowing off another enemy's head.
His move was cool, but it alerted the other two enemies remaining in the apartment. They rushed up and opened fire behind Sorge.
The fierce crossfire from the laser rifle shattered the roof into pieces. Sorge suddenly fell down, and the gun in his hand was knocked away by the reaction force of the ground and fell at the entrance of the stairs.
After a while, the gunfire stopped, and the enemy stepped forward cautiously to check whether he had killed the enemy.
There was a lot of smoke and dust floating in the dim air, and several laser beams that penetrated the floor burned Sorge's collar, but he was not injured.
But his enemies have already annoyed him, and he will let these guys know what the price is!
Just as an enemy poked his head into the house, a knife was stabbed into his skull.
The soldier fell to the ground, shaking violently, and Sorge quickly picked up the enemy's rifle.
He waited in the shadows, waiting for the opportunity to attack.
But the soldiers downstairs had already noticed him. He saw a flash of light and found that his chest had been targeted by a laser.
Suddenly, there was a burst of rapid and violent fire, followed by a burning smell.
Sorge's bodyguard climbed up the stairs and came into view.
The strong man carefully walked past the burning corpse, holding a smoking laser gun in his hand.
"I heard some noise."
Sorge sighed.
"You came just in time."
"Looks like you need help, doesn't it?"
Soon, the black limousine was speeding along the streets of the cold area, heading towards the safe city center.
In the back seat, Dag poured two more glasses of expensive wine. At this time, Sorge unexpectedly took a glass and leaned against the seat to drink.
"You don't have to tell me what happened, boss. It's okay if you don't want to."
Sorge sighed after hearing this and put down his cup.
"If I have to say something, will you listen?"
The man from Catachan smiled.
"I am loyal to the Emperor, and even more loyal to my old friend. What else do you need to know?"
Sorge also smiled, stretched out his empty wine glass, and asked the bodyguard to fill it up for him.
"I don't think so."
Dagur sat forward, showing his first sincere expression in so many years.
"Look, boss... I may be a rude person in your eyes, enjoying the benefits of a fucking heretic den and getting fatter and fatter... but I have never forgotten what war feels like.
, the stench of Catachan's Death Jungle will always flow in my blood, and I have not forgotten why I am here. You can trust me from beginning to end, and I can be your support."
"I can still rely on the paralyzed Emperor."
Sorge grinned and reminded his bodyguard.
"Yes, there is also the Emperor."
The two looked at each other, smiled, and clinked their glasses gently.
After a while, Dagur suddenly looked out the window.
"I asked, why is your little shuttle bus slowing down?"
Later, Ike
They stopped the car cautiously, because in front of them, two cars were blocking the way forward, and their high beams were shining directly on them.
A muscular man with a shaved head and a purple military uniform got out of the car.
When Ike parked the car, Sorge also got out of the car.
There was still light snow falling in the sky, and he squinted at the man under the dazzling light.
"Diango Dube."
Sorge smacked his lips, but still had a smile on his face.
"I guessed 70% or 80% of the time it would be you."
"Those idiots didn't kill you, damn fox."
Diongo Dube walked forward and took off his shirt, leaving only his vest and oiled body, looking like a professional boxer.
And he then pulled out the sword from his waist, a thin sword with a barb.
"We have to settle the score. You and your minions relied on deception to win the victory on the black line. You are all bastards. You should have died in the asteroid belt. That is your burial place."