Section 84: The meaning of auditory hallucinations
Fu Ming and Huan Huan were chatting wordlessly, mostly on insignificant topics. As for how Huan Huan got on the CIA blacklist, Fu Ming still hasn't figured it out. The car engine outside the house
The roar was clearly audible. It was obvious that the Americans paid great attention to the escaped Fu Mingxian. He was still worried about the safety of Xu Cheng and Mo Bing. However, according to the news from Fudong just now, the car driven by Luther Alex
The Suzaku Class 013 experimental general-purpose humanoid combat mecha will arrive at the designated location in half an hour at most, which makes Fu Ming feel a lot more at ease.
It was already half past six in the morning, and the sky was gradually getting brighter. Huan Huan yawned, stood up and stretched his muscles, then turned off the yellowing incandescent light and opened the curtains. Early morning
The first ray of sunlight fell on Fu Ming's face, making him feel much better. Because he insisted not to use painkillers, the pain kept him awake all night, and he still had auditory hallucinations that kept him chatting all night.
Cariana Sois slowly walked out from another room, rubbing her eyes. When she saw Fu Ming, she smiled at him again, "Now can you tell me your name, sir."
"My name is K, Cariana, you are very beautiful." Fu Ming forced out a smile and motioned for Cariana to sit down next to him. "How are you, how have you been these past few months?"
"Thanks to you, everything is okay. Mr. K, how could you be so seriously injured? Where are your subordinates?" Cariana took out a backpack from the cabinet with Fu's name printed on it.
Trade shipping company logo.
"You still keep this bag!" Fu Ming was shocked. He didn't expect that Cariana could remember him until now.
"With those things of yours, I have been able to survive until now. I have encountered auditory hallucinations. During the war, domestic inflation and currency were useless. Fortunately, I had those US dollar bills. By the way, the gangster who handed me the package*
Where's uncle?" Kariana blinked her big eyes, very cute.
"His name is Matt Adams, an African Congolese. He died in one of our operations against the Congolese armed forces..." Fu Ming smacked his lips, "I'm sorry, you can't see him anymore."
Cariana's face suddenly dimmed, "I haven't said thank you to him yet..."
Fu Ming tried his best to raise his hand and put it on Cariana's long hair. "Let the past pass. At least, we are still alive."
Huan Huan, who was standing aside with a tired look on his face, also sighed, "When will your reinforcements arrive? The Americans have already started a blanket search of this area. It seems that Mo Bing and your friend are in danger..."
"It should be soon." Fu Ming looked at the time, "I hope they won't come to search so early..." Just as he was talking, there was a knock on the door.
"Hello, routine inspection, please open the door." The substandard Arabic sounded outside the door, and it sounded like English.
"Damn, you're so diligent. I'm like a crow's mouth." Fu Ming looked at Huan Huan and Cariana, and his face became serious. He looked around the room, and there seemed to be nothing to hide.
place. Moreover, he is now seriously injured and has to endure great pain when he speaks, let alone moves.
"Audio hallucination, what should I do..." Cariana also looked at the auditory hallucination and became serious.
"I hope there aren't many people. Kill them. Once K's reinforcements arrive, it will be safe." Huan Huan leaned behind the door, "Cariana, get ready. I have not forgotten what I taught you."
Cariana nodded, shook her long crimson hair, and took out a sports pistol with a silencer from under the bed. It was obviously a modified Type 92, if not for the caliber of the gun and the gun.
Fu Ming really couldn't recognize the words printed on it. In fact, this gun was the gun Fu Ming gave to Cariana before she left after saving her life.
Cariana pulled the bolt of the gun very skillfully. This gun was specially modified for her by Hallucination. It was equipped with a 1.5x red dot sight and an extended magazine. The entire gun body was turned silver. There was a click, and the bullet was loaded.
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"Please open the door immediately." People outside were already anxious.
Huan Huan nodded to Fu Ming and Cariana, then covered his face and opened the door. "What's the matter?" Huan Huan spoke in authentic Arabic.
One of the leading American soldiers outside walked into the house first, turned around and walked a few steps. When he saw Fu Ming, he was so surprised that he couldn't speak. Just when he was about to shout, Cariana stretched out her silenced pistol and decisively pulled the button.
The trigger was pulled. At the same time, Hallucination coughed loudly, covering up the sound of the silenced pistol being fired.
With a pop, the bullet was fired and penetrated the soldier's head.
The soldier staggered and was about to fall, so Cariana rushed forward, dragged the soldier's body, and slowly lowered it to the ground without making any sound.
Fu Ming was dumbfounded when he saw all this. Under the training of a killer, a little girl had become very skilled in killing people without blinking an eye. However, what surprised him even more was yet to come.
The soldiers outside the door did not hear the order from the few people, and were still waiting outside to be on guard. Routine inspections and patrols made them relax, thinking that Fu Ming would probably not be caught, and some even smoked cigarettes outside.
Huan Huan took a few steps forward, pretending that the soldier was not dead yet, "I have nothing here." Then he opened his mouth again, but this time his tone and voice made Fu Ming grow up.
Mouth.
"He was imitating the voice of the dead soldier..." Fu Ming was very surprised. He had never seen a person who could do this.
"Well, very good." The soldier's voice came out from Huan Huan's mouth. Huan Huan had only heard a few words spoken by the dead soldier, but he was able to imitate the soldier's pitch and speaking speed.
Even his non-standard Arabic can be imitated, and it is so lifelike that even the soldiers outside did not feel anything unusual!
"This is impossible..." Fu Ming mouthed this sentence. Fu Ming then laughed. It turns out that the name "auditory hallucination" really didn't come for nothing. It turns out that this is what it means to cause the enemy to have auditory hallucinations.
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Huan Huan just smiled at him and didn't say anything. Then he started to imitate again, "You guys, come in one by one. The master here has something to entertain us." Indeed, Cariana prepared delicious food for them.
Delicious bullets. "Fu*k, are the guns safe? Don't let me go off fire. This is a crappy mission..." The auditory hallucination used authentic American English again. The soldier just spoke Arabic,
Auditory hallucinations Just from this point, you can know what it sounds like for soldiers to speak English.
The four soldiers outside looked at each other. Although this way of speaking was not that of their lieutenant, the voice was indeed his. Without hesitation, they checked the rifles in their hands again and turned on the safety.
"Come on, come on, it's time to relax."
But after the four soldiers entered the room, their relaxed expressions froze. Because they saw a little girl holding a pistol in her hand and aiming it at their heads. Puff, puff, the sound of bullets being fired.
The sound kept ringing, and three people fell to the ground. The fourth soldier reacted and dodged the bullet. Cariana secretly screamed something bad and quickly re-aimed, but there was no time.
The surviving soldier had just shouted when his neck was snapped by Huan Huan behind him, and he collapsed on the ground. Huan Huan looked outside warily. Soldiers from other teams were already alert to this place. It seemed that
While discussing and preparing to go here for inspection, at the same time, the radio on the American soldier who fell first rang.
"Damn, there are actually twenty people. This small village actually sent a platoon of troops." Huan Huan cursed and looked at Fu Ming who couldn't move on the bed. He couldn't stay in this room anymore, but Fu Ming couldn't.
Unable to transfer, this made the beads of sweat on his head drip down. Unexpectedly, it was still thick and thin.
"I'm sorry...if I missed the mark..." Cariana also stuck her head out of the window and looked at the two dozen soldiers who were slowly walking over outside.
"I don't blame you. Even if there is no miss, their radio does not reply, it will expose us." Fu Ming shook his head and sighed. Reinforcements will arrive in ten minutes. Unfortunately, these ten minutes are enough to kill him.
Hundreds of times.
"You go first and leave me alone. I have a way to deal with them." Fu Ming swallowed and said this, "I am the person they want. They will not kill me so easily."
.On the contrary, you are not the main target. If you escape now, they will not make it difficult for you. Pretend to be civilians and leave quickly!"
"I've never been this kind of person!" Huanhua also picked up the fnscar rifle from the body and turned off the safety. "We are all on the CIA's blacklist, and they won't let me go so easily.
, not to mention, I have to rely on you to leave this country."
“Mr.
I'll try my best." Cariana shook her teeth and pouted, "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Two idiots!" Fu Ming almost jumped out of bed, "Hurry to Beirut and find the headquarters of Fu's Trading and Transportation Company. They will take you out of the country! Leave me alone, you can't die here! They won't
Kill me!" Speaking loudly made Fu Ming's wound feel severe pain again, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead, but he didn't seem to feel anything at all.
More than 20 soldiers outside heard the quarrel in the house. The cat got down and quickened his pace. Suddenly they heard the end of the village and remembered the sound of tank engines and tracks pressing on the road. An M1A2 tank was approaching.
Drive towards them.
"What's the sound?" The auditory hallucination also heard the sound of a huge engine outside, "Tank?"
Before the soldiers outside had time to cheer, they saw the barrel of the 125mm high-pressure smoothbore main gun of the M1A2 seemed to be moving and pointed at them.
"Xu Cheng, you actually know how to drive a tank..." Mo Bing was sitting in the tank with a cloth strip wrapped around his right arm. It seemed that he had been scratched, but it was not an injury and he could still move. At this moment, he
High-explosive rounds are being loaded into the 125mm main gun.
"Are you aiming?" There was a boom, and the cannonball was loaded. "It is ready and can be fired at any time."
Xu Cheng smiled and moved from the driver's seat to the fire control system seat. There were two people driving the M1A2 tank. The number of people was indeed a bit small.
"Goodbye, grandsons." Xu Cheng pressed the button, and there was a bang. The huge recoil shook the tank, and the shells roared towards more than 20 American soldiers.
Hallucination stared dumbfoundedly at the M1A2 tank produced in the United States, which used 125mm high-explosive bombs to blow up more than 20 American soldiers. The nearby buildings were also affected, and yellow smoke flew out of Lao Gao
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Fu Ming, who was lying on the bed, felt his bed shake. "What's going on?"
"Their own tanks killed their own soldiers..." Huan Huan laughed a few times, "It seems that he will not die. The people in the tank should be Mo Bing and your friend."