Marvel's Magnetic Field Turns

On Doom's side, after taking a short rest, he took simple luggage and arrived at the agreed place at the agreed time. One of the smuggler's subordinates was waiting there early.

Smuggling from other countries to Latvinia is the first time since he became a smuggler and led people to smuggle. If Dum didn't give him a lot, he would be too lazy to take this job, but the smuggling work with only one client is not so much. Don't worry, just send a subordinate who knows the way.

This was Doom's own understanding, and he had no doubt that so many things had happened in the past few hours.

After all, reality is illogical at all. There are many unimaginable things that only appear in reality, and readers will scold them when they are written in novels. On the contrary, novels need more logic. Sometimes writers take care of each other in order to make the development of the plot follow each other. Related, you may think about the plot while lifting the steel bars under the sun, and then you will be scolded by the foreman because of passive sabotage.

The smuggler's men gave Dum a ticket and said, "The driver has already taken care of it, you just have to follow me."

Dum could smell the strong smell of alcohol on the other person's body. This person must have drunk a lot before he came. It would be bad if he fell asleep and missed the intersection after getting in the car.

Without showing his emotions on the surface, Doom took the ticket and followed the smuggler's men onto the bus.

It was very late now, and there were very few intercity buses that were still in operation. Doom easily found the bus they were going to take without the guidance of the smugglers, but he did not act on his own, and followed that footstep Some stumbling guys.

There were not many people on the bus, only a few backpackers and a family of four. Those backpackers had dark faces and tired looks. Their clothes were suitable for outdoor activities. They were obviously the kind of people who go on outdoor hiking. The family was a pair of parents with two lovely twin daughters. The two daughters were full of energy and were talking and laughing while sitting. The mother was obviously very tired and took a nap on her father's shoulder while the father whispered. He reminded his daughter not to disturb other people.

The driver was a thin middle-aged man, about forty-five years old. After checking the tickets of Doom and the smuggler, he said impatiently: "Sit at the back. I will stop the car when we get there."

Even though he collected a sum of money, the driver didn't have a good impression of the people smuggling here. He spoke sarcastically. In addition, he asked about the strong smell of alcohol on the smuggler's men. In order to prevent him from disturbing other passengers and getting drunk by mistake, I found the place and gave a special reminder.

This is exactly what Dum meant. There are not many people on the bus, which means that there is no need to sit in the seat marked on the ticket. The degree of freedom is very high. Then he went straight to the last row, just passing by the seat in the front and rear At home, he paid more attention to the twin girls, which instead aroused his father's vigilance.

Doom and Dumu were obviously the last two passengers on this bus. The driver closed the door and started the car. With the roar of the engine, the bus gradually drove away from the city.

Sitting in the corner of the back row, Doom smiled. He was relieved as he took the last step of the return journey. Thoughts in his mind, which had been on tenterhooks, were spinning thousands of times. He couldn't help but recall the first half of his life, if he hadn't been there for Vic. If he is a special agent, he is probably working as a tutor in a university, already has a marriage of his own, and will have a lovely daughter.

Thinking of this, Doom couldn't hold it in anymore, and even thought of a name for his daughter, Valeria, Valeria Doom.

After restraining his complicated thoughts, Doom began to observe the scenery outside the window, but the night was already dark, and the street lights and car lights could only illuminate a small area of ​​the scenery. He really couldn't see anything, but the cars coming and going were so bright. Doom, whose mood has changed drastically, is also having fun at this time.

After turning a corner, the vehicles on the road suddenly became sparse as if they disappeared, and gradually only the one they were riding was left, and there seemed to be thousands of troops hidden in the jungle on both sides of the road.

Dum's heart suddenly raised. Although there was no feedback from the intuition of danger, the sixth sense he had cultivated for a long time told him that something was wrong.Turning his head to look at the snakehead's men in the corner of the last row, he fell asleep as expected, and wearing a seat belt around his waist could not stop him from stumbling around in his sleep. He was sleeping well if he didn't snore.

Just when Dum was about to stop the vehicle and get out of the car and fled to the woods beside the road, a huge noise source approached from far to near. Even with the interference of car engine noise, Dum could still clearly distinguish the noise. It comes from a light fighter jet of the US military. It is mainly responsible for assassination bombing missions against certain important figures who have violated the interests of the US imperialists. During arms transactions, Dum often saw this fighter jet messing up the situation in a certain area.

This fighter is mainly aimed at vehicles. It uses a non-explosive missile. It relies on the inertia brought by high-speed flight to gain initial velocity. It carries a small amount of fuel to correct the trajectory, and finally uses the missile itself to physically attack the vehicle. Even the main battle tank can't withstand this shot. Writer's nonsense

Cheap, quiet and deadly are the biggest advantages of this missile. It is also a demonstration by the US military against those countries with weak air defense capabilities. A lump of iron can make the error less than ten centimeters. What if it is a higher-level missile?

"what is that"

There is a garrison base of the US imperialists nearby. Even if the complaints cannot stop the military training exercises of the US imperialists, the driver is no longer surprised by the fact that there are fighter jets flying over his head. He is more worried about the road conditions while holding the steering wheel. It is best to drive at night. Be careful.

But in the night sky, a small luminous object flew straight towards him, making him raise his head to look while asking questions.

The next second, a metal missile fell from the sky and rammed directly from the front to the rear of the bus. The bus was almost broken into two pieces. The driver who bore the brunt was instantly turned into rotten flesh and bones. You can imagine the misery of the other passengers. Know.

The fuel tank of the bus ruptured, and the fuel flowed out quickly along the crack, partly evaporated into a gaseous state, and then ignited by an electric spark, accompanied by a small explosion, and the whole bus burst into flames.

Less than half a minute after the air strike, five military Humvees carrying 25 U.S. troops arrived at the scene. The soldiers were equipped with combat recorders, which sent the scene footage directly to the U.S. military through the signaling device on the vehicle. In the Imperial Land, if the senior executives standing in front of the surveillance screen were not concerned about their image, they would probably be cheering now.

A problem that had been plaguing them had finally been eliminated. Those "incorrect" transactions could no longer be used as evidence for political opponents to attack them. The last witness had been silenced.

It is said that when happiness brings sorrow, something unexpected happened beyond everyone's imagination.