"The bird's nest is calling the nightingale. If you hear it, please reply... The bird's nest is calling the nightingale. If you hear it, please reply..."涺
In the silent underground corridor, the communication balls on the two guards were still calling. But unfortunately, except for the occasional sound of electricity from the pipes on the wall, they were destined to get no response.
"The signal is not good at Nightingale..."
The signal trooper was still explaining in a low voice to the squad leader, but the Imperial Fists behind had discovered something unusual here.
Thanks to Astartes' inhuman hearing, Sergeant Ezio already clearly understands the problem here.
The emperor's angel didn't wait patiently, and stepped forward to push the communications squad leader's body away, and looked up the Nightingale Team's last mission record.
Medical Rescue...Lockloader Morton...Chopham Station!
When the scarlet keyword appeared in his eyes, Ezio instantly sounded the alarm for the Astartes team.涶
"The target was found! The location is 355.14/171.3. The nearby map has been uploaded. The target has lost control and is out of sight for 5 minutes and 22 seconds...23 seconds...24 seconds..."
The team commander walked out from the Defense Force headquarters, followed by two Imperial Fists.
After waiting for the timer on the pupil membrane to be calibrated, the giant signaled with one hand to the team members who stayed behind to command, and then moved towards the midway between the target and the City of Divine Grace.
The latter nodded slightly after receiving the gesture, and then issued an order to the officers of the Defense Force:
"Block all backup channels in the A1-A7 area and stop access to all maintenance pipelines along the way."
Similar alarms occurred simultaneously in many places around the Holy City, and finally formed a series of sharp blades pointing at his defense system in front of Imperial Fist Captain Hornthorne.涺
"Has the crowd diversion been completed?" Looking at the intricate passage structure diagram around the Holy City, a sound like a bell sounded from the Defense Force headquarters.
Colonel Clive, commander of the Defense Forces, looked embarrassed and responded in a low voice to the inquiry from his immediate superior:
"The diversion has been completed, but our *** has not yet been completed..."
"No wait!" Hornthorne waved his hand to stop the colonel's explanation and ordered directly:
Inform the Holy Light Brotherhood to fill your gaps in the inner city!
Authorize the Home Defense Force to fire! If any moving target appears in the direction of Choopam, shoot it first!"
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"Who am I?"
In the shadow of the corridor leading to the main city, Morton kept thinking as he walked.
The awakened will in his body was so complete that it made him feel that his twenty years of life were like a floating island that had collapsed when the tide came.
"Who am I?"
In addition to his footsteps and the streams in the drainage channels on both sides, there were also a few tiny noises in the passage.
"I was once Morton, a longshoreman;
I——I am still Morton, a...glorious Hydra!"涺
Snap...
The sound of rotten wood being trampled was so sudden that he could no longer pretend not to know. The maker of the sound fell on alert due to his own mistake, which wasted Morton's attempt to get closer.
It's a pity that another shot is about to be fired...
Sensing the intersection ahead and the pursuer behind him, his mind was still thinking, but his body had already reacted first.
"Stop!" The orders from the soldiers in front arrived together with the tactical lighting on the firearms, and the people outflanking behind were also close at hand.
Morton's body stood frozen between a thick pipeline and an abandoned oil drum, as if he was at the end of his rope and was about to die in the next second.
The soldiers in front stared closely at the figure in the darkness. The two men's guns covered each other with no gap. It was not until they rounded the obstacle that they lost half a second of vision; 涺
The captor behind him became more and more excited, and his breathing sounded like thunder in the corridor, and only he was unaware of it.
It’s now! Three seconds countdown!
When the tactical lighting in front of you is blocked by obstacles, when the pursuer behind you feels that you have a chance to win;
Morton quietly pulled out the tactical dagger from his waist, and then moved sideways the moment the pursuer behind him climbed over the oil drum.
Two seconds countdown!
The thick arms locked the intruder's neck, and the sharp dagger followed the inertia of the two people's rotating bodies, and passed by the intruder's throat in an instant, and then kicked out after pulling out the blade.
One second countdown!涶
Front left, two targets, 3 meters apart, exposed, no cover.
Plop!
The fallen body was pushed out by the murderer and fulfilled its mission at the moment it attracted the attention of the soldiers at the front.
Bang! Bang!
The two shots from the pump-action shotgun came from the guards' instinctive vigilance against the shadows.
Boom! Boom!
There were two more short automatic gunshots, which was the blood price paid by the corpse's comrades for his recklessness.涺
Morton knelt down and was about to pick up the pump-action gun in the soldier's hand, but the footsteps of the "similar" behind him made his movements freeze on the spot.
"Astartes..." he murmured.
The person who responded to his words was the yellow giant who slowly walked out from behind the corner holding a bolter and aiming at it.
Morton stood still, waiting for any opportunity that might arise.
He knew that compared to the Astartes who had completed physical transformation, his reaction speed was a joke.
If there are no accidents, any action he takes will declare the mission a failure.
The air was frozen at this moment, and there was nothing else in the quiet space except the steady and unyielding pace of the Son of Dorne.涺
Tom! Tom! Tom! Tom! Tom! Tom! Tom!
The sound of logging gun fire suddenly sounded from the side of the intersection, and the dense metal jets, guided by the red rays of tracer bullets, knocked the unprepared Son of Dorn back several times, and even the thick ceramic armor was splashed with sparks.
In the narrow passage, the two people's solid offensive and defensive posture suddenly loosened.
Morton instantly bent over and rolled towards the thick pipe behind him, and the two bolt shells following his figure used the huge holes in the ground and pipe to express the anger of the Son of Dorne.
"Glory! To Hydra!"
As Morton ran wildly, a faint war cry sounded in his ears, and the roar of a bomb let him know the final fate of his comrades.
"I can't die..." He forced himself to calm his violently beating heart. The method of suspended animation spread within the legion slowed down his breathing extremely quickly.涺
His physical condition dropped rapidly within a few seconds, and he finally merged with the surrounding environment dangerously before the thermal imaging vision of the Son of Dorne came after him.
"The target is lost...yes, keep looking..."
The high Gothic language, which sounded like thunder, came out from the mouth of the giant across the wall with a strong sense of unwillingness. But Morton's leaden eyes were unblinking, as indifferent to this as a hibernating snake.
In order to reduce his physical signs, he had entered a short hibernation at this time. Even if the Imperial Fist really found him, he would not know about it.
The giant finally left after searching to no avail, and Morton, who fell into dormancy, let out a violent gasp and returned to the world in the corridor a few minutes later.
On the road that followed, he had a few brushes with death. But under the cover of similar sacrifices, he finally managed to get the supplies delivered to the inner city in an underground temporary warehouse without any risk.
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Magnetic suction cups (hand and foot attachment equipment), optical camouflage cloak, sniper bolter, and accompanying observer equipment.涺
Morton put these special equipment on his body one by one and waited there for another two minutes. But the passage of time finally made him confirm that he would never be able to wait for the arrival of that strange partner.
Carrying the heavy sniper bolter behind his back and tying it up with an armed belt, Morton bent down and hung his partner's aiming device around his neck.
Suck the water bag on your chest
After pulling out the tube, he looked up at the leaden sky outside the window, and then plunged into the violent storm.
"Hydra Supreme, long live Alpha!"
With a 10-minute countdown to the mission, Morton finally climbed to his predetermined position despite heavy rain, lightning and thunder.
He squinted his eyes and observed the corridor below him, waiting for the mission target to appear in his brain and the signal to fire.
9 points...涺
8 points...
7 points...
6 points...
Finally, following the bustling footsteps of the crowd, he found a target that could activate the task list in his brain.
But he didn't rush to aim, he just used the peripheral vision of his vision to collect the position of the crowd.
Because in the knowledge given to him by the unknown existence, he knew that some battle-hardened veterans had an instinctive reaction to the preview of weapons.
5 points...涺
4 points...
3 points...
Morton's crosshair was always set on the open space at the target's feet until the target in the advancing crowd was nearly a kilometer away from him and almost disappeared from his sight.
Buzz!
A low-frequency, special sound that only Morton could hear sounded. His originally dilated pupils shrank instantly, and the gun in his hand was slightly adjusted along with the suddenly tense muscles.
Looking at the battle nun in the crosshairs who was shouting orders, he locked the deadly firearm in his hand firmly on her chest from a distance of more than a thousand meters.
Tom!涶
The bullets streaked through the rain, instantly knocking down the target a thousand meters away. Scarlet blood flowers bloomed from the eyepiece, and the panicked crowd screamed one after another.
Looking at the high-temperature trajectory that disappeared in the rain in front of him, Morton's teeth covered with dirt were exposed from the corners of his mouth: