Lieutenant Colonel Du Daweili looked straight ahead and said: "We have chosen this kind of life, and we have to bear corresponding risks. You should have encountered situations where mutated creatures have escaped, but why are you so panicked in a confidential laboratory?
?”
Keith sighed and said: "This should be the function of human psychology. When people face a crisis, some people can make quick decisions and make prompt decisions; while others will panic and hesitate. I probably belong to that category.
The second type of person.”
Lieutenant Colonel Dudaweili said: "I don't think so. This may be due to your long-term exposure to nerve blocking agents."
"Who knows? There are some things that we will never know the reasons for our whole lives." Keith's extortion mood suddenly became heavy: when people think they are getting closer to the truth, they are actually getting further away from the truth.
They thought they knew the truth, but the real culprit was hidden behind the scenes.
Facts and truth are sometimes not open to most people, and sometimes people are even being manipulated without knowing it.
Casestor couldn't help but feel a little worried about the direction of his wheel of fortune.
"Lieutenant Colonel, why didn't the defense troops come? What's going on?" Casestor thought of this question again.
"I know what you are suspecting, but no one has actually said that defense forces will definitely appear around the base." Lieutenant Colonel Dudaweili's answer was obviously perfunctory.
Keith Blackmail began to feel doubts that he had never had before. He doubted the non-accidental nature of the escape of mutated creatures from the institute, the authenticity of the so-called defense team, and the authenticity of what the lieutenant colonel said...
Kessler vaguely felt that he was trapped in a mystery, but perhaps because of his understanding of fate, he did not have any further doubts, and his questioning spirit in research seemed to have disappeared.
Kessler looked at the empty rearview mirror and felt a little disappointed. Lieutenant Colonel Dudavelli was as motionless as a statue at this time.
"Lieutenant Colonel?" Case demanded.
Lieutenant Colonel Dudaweili did not answer.
At this moment, Keith Ransom suddenly realized that the matter was not over yet! He sat in the car seat, waiting for the next thing to happen.
In the distance, a large container car was parked there, and several soldiers were carrying several mutated creatures into the car in iron cages.
Lieutenant Colonel Dudavili stopped the car and walked towards the container truck not far away.
Kessle began to doubt the correctness of following Lieutenant Colonel Du Daweili, but finally decided to give up his doubts almost as irresponsibly as he did a few minutes ago. He was sure that his questioning spirit had completely disappeared, but this certainty was not the same.
It also inevitably contains some elements of self-indulgence and decadence.
"The matter is not as serious as I thought. The lieutenant colonel is not someone sent by the fanatical military, let alone a military agent who wants to steal these secret information." Case Blackmail thought irresponsibly.
So he obediently followed the lieutenant colonel towards the container car, and then followed Dudaweili into the cab.
The cab is not big, with only two chairs. It looks crowded against the backdrop of a lot of green fluorescent instruments. From the inside, it looks like this is not a simple container car at all, but a mobile laboratory.
Sitting in front of such a bunch of flashing instruments, Kessler was at a loss. He originally thought there would be people here, but there was no one there.
What happened next was beyond Keith Blackmail's expectations: Lieutenant Colonel Dudaweili skillfully operated various instruments and quickly activated the dormant control system.
An ominous feeling passed through Keith's heart. Before he could react, Lieutenant Colonel Dudaweili quickly pressed the third button on the right side of the control panel.
The engine made a steady noise, the instrument panel with a faint green fluorescent light vibrated slightly, and the huge acceleration pressed Case tightly against the seat.
Just as the container truck rushed past the edge of the base, a deafening explosion rang in Keith's ears, and a short and violent vibration almost shattered the plexiglass covering the dial.
"Damn it, they damaged the right tire!" Lieutenant Colonel Dudaweili cursed, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the car to a faster speed.
"Lieutenant Colonel Dudaweili, what are you doing! Stop it quickly and ask them to cease fire! You are kidding with our lives!" Kessle began to feel the horror of the suspicious behavior of the Lieutenant Colonel, and his tone
Said hastily.
"Mr. Major, can you shut your mouth?" The lieutenant colonel maneuvered the car to dodge left and right among colorful tracer bullets that were as dense as a school of tropical fish, and sparks flew outside the cockpit.
"I don't have time to explain to you now. In order to avoid these firepower, we have to enter the city!" After Dudaweili said, he turned the steering wheel. Keith Lestor could clearly feel the car drawing a perfect arc on the road.
line, heading towards the city.
The wheels made an overwhelming creaking sound, and the colorful city instantly opened its huge embrace to them.
"Only when you look at a city so close will you realize how great it is." Lieutenant Colonel Dudaweili had a slight smile on his face.
Keith leaned back on his seat, feeling temporarily relaxed due to the joy of escaping death.
"In good order. Well, we should leave now, otherwise... it will be too late." The lieutenant colonel continued as if to conclude. After that, he increased the accelerator and drove forward.
"Don't try to change the established development laws of this society because of your personal ideas!" Kessler suddenly remembered this sentence inexplicably, which was the warning his university tutor once gave him.
Kessler shook his head and smiled disapprovingly. He had never thought too much about the specific meaning of this sentence. Could this indicate something?
Keith leaned his head on the back of the seat and stared at the flashing indicator lights on the top of the car. He no longer wanted to recall the "painful years" in college that he couldn't help but hope in his heart.
It contains no prophetic elements.
"Beep——" A sharp and piercing tone suddenly sounded in Keith's ears, and the cab was instantly shrouded in a red light curtain.
"It's a collision warning. The distance sensor has detected a quite powerful force field and it is approaching." Lieutenant Colonel Dudaweili took a deep breath and said.
"Look who that is?" Kesler shouted to Dudaweili.
At this time, Lieutenant Colonel Da Weili also saw a young man standing in the middle of the road ahead. The young man wore a skull mask and stretched out his hand to block the car.
"No matter who he is, it's impossible to stop me!" Du Daweili roared and stepped on the accelerator to rush towards the man.