On the quality improvement of Omega agents

The blond agent still maintained the tendency of running forward, staggered slightly, he found that his footsteps were still moving, and exhaled lightly.That's good, at least no bones were injured, he didn't want to be paralyzed for life because of a spinal injury.

The warm liquid flowed down his waist, and the meandering feeling was even a little itchy. Randall ignored the pain, knowing that his blood was dripping from his shirt in a dignified way.Soon, the chasing guys will frantically swarm up like a pack of wolves smelling blood.

Randall made a sharp turn. He quickly clung to an old drainage pipe and climbed up a three-story building in twos and twos.

There was no one in the room, and the blond agent quickly took out the grenade he had just "borrowed", tore off a piece of his shirt, and made a trip mine at the door.He walked to the window with the gun.

"--boom!"

The chasing soldiers, who were in confusion because of the disappearing target in an instant, were awakened by the gunshot, and one of them fell down in response, and his body hit the potholed road heavily.The gun muzzle protruding from the third floor was still smoking.

The military and police in District I swarmed up.

Randall licked his dry lips, moved the barrel slightly, and aimed again.

"boom--"

The sound of chaotic footsteps came up clearly, and the stomped floor made an overwhelmed creaking sound.Randall squinted his eyes in enjoyment listening to the sound of bullet casings falling at his feet.

at the same time.

The black-haired man calmly brushed the dust off his woolen coat, "Thank you for your cooperation."

The informant from District I slumped on a park bench, sweat streaming down from his bushy temples, almost forming a stream.He couldn't hide his fear, the white man was a black-haired devil who could see your deepest weakness and kill it with a merciless blow.No one wants to face such an opponent.

Bruce turned and left.He had received information about the four Soviet-made nuclear bombs, and it was time to go back.

The sound of the helicopter's oars gradually approached, and a helicopter slowly landed more than ten meters away from Bruce.

"Sir, please leave here as soon as possible, street fighting has occurred in the nearby area, and the military police in District I will block this area immediately."

The airflow from the helicopter's propeller blew up Bruce's coat, and the man walked towards the plane with a straight figure.The two special forces who followed him got on the plane with Bruce.The speed of the propeller began to increase.

The intelligence dealer with a big beard slumped on the bench, breathing heavily, his gray complexion did not improve.The black-haired man's tone was mild and his words were concise. The word "threat" didn't seem appropriate, the man's sentence fell down like an iceberg, the temperature was icy cold and the weight was terrifying.And he knew he had no other choice.

The height of the helicopter was not high, and the scenery on the ground could be seen clearly. Bruce glanced lightly from the porthole, and then closed his eyes to rest.

Randall enjoyed the flesh-to-hand combat, even if it made the bleeding hole in his waist less enjoyable.That rifle was of little use when the pursuers started pouring into the three-story building.The blond agent moved himself to the entrance of the room, and when the first person tried to enter lightly, he pulled the soldier from Area I into the room like lightning.

"Click".This is the sound of the cervical spine breaking.

The body slid softly to the ground as Randall let go.

He used the next two seconds to move his fingers, and then collected everything he could from the corpse.There was a cold smile on the corner of the blond man's lips. He glanced out the window, and the soldiers and policemen were constantly coming to this small building.

Desperate.

No friends, no support, no supplies.

Only enemies, endless enemies, guns, fire, and killing intent.

Randall felt that his muscles and bones had only stretched out now, even though the dizziness that came with the bloodthirsty had slightly affected the speed of action.When a cheetah is really cornered, it will show all its fangs.Adrenaline flowed through the whole body with the blood at an accelerated rate, hitting the blood vessels excitedly, and Randall heard those surging voices constantly clamoring in his mind.

This is the battlefield.

Turbulence.Bruce opened his eyes, he raised his hand to look at his watch, and then said lightly: "Change the course."

The pilot didn't even say a word, and the helicopter immediately turned around before the senior CIA official could finish speaking.The plane passed over a large area of ​​low buildings and narrow streets. It was noon, and the sun was shining so brightly that it seemed that even the air was dyed golden.

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the alley not far away, the military and police from District I were approaching in one direction carefully and quickly.The gunfire has subsided.

There were a few more minor wounds on Randall's body, and the number of corpses on the ground increased to five.The blond agent was panting slightly, and he shook his hair, beads of sweat mixed with some unknown composition splashed down, and the color was cloudy.Randall brushed his fingers over the wound on his waist, and a tingling electric current rushed through the already numb wound, and his spirit was revived.The blond man moved the corners of his lips as if he was about to smile. When he smiled, the corners of his eyes would bend a little bit, and the blue pupils flashed a little light.

Some people, even in desperation, are so comfortable that they can be called beautiful.

Randall tightened the saber in his hand, and he quickly closed the door after the last military police in the room fell, and pulled a table next to him to block the door.He didn't give himself time to breathe. The blond agent passed the rope he tore out from somewhere through the ring of a grenade, and tied the other end to the doorknob.The man went to the window and glanced down, and then smashed the fragile glass with an elbow without hesitation. After a few seconds, his whole body had already protruded from the small three-story building.

He heard the faint sound of oars.

one second.

The heavy, clumsy boots of the pursuers trampled frantically across the wooden floors.

The helicopter casts a shadow over the low, black roofs that absorb the sun's rays not far away.

The blond agent was hanging out of the window, precariously tottering in mid-air as he stepped on the crappy air-conditioning mounts outside.

two seconds.

His black, dusty boots were already lifted, kicking towards the half-hidden door.

The helicopter was like a giant steel bird, hovering over this dilapidated alley, and the airflow kicked up by the blades was like a hurricane.

Randall balanced his breathing and moved quickly and steadily on the rickety iron frame. He turned his face sideways and glanced at the big iron-winged bird.

three seconds.

A huge explosion sounded suddenly, and with the violent eruption of flames and high-speed fragments, the door panel was wiped out.

The helicopter hovered close enough to see the flaring flames and the rising flames in the small room, the broken window lattices flew straight out, and the whole building seemed to shake.

The support under the blond man's feet broke in an instant, and he was suspended in the air. He could only see the bulging and tense muscles and tendons on his arms by holding on to the iron pipe protruding out of nowhere. , The fine wounds oozed blood slightly.

Randall blew out a breath, knowing that he couldn't last long.

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly.He looked down from the air, and he could see the dilapidated building constantly emitting thick smoke, scattered gunshots, and a man hanging on the outer wall of the third floor, his golden hair was like chaos in the airflow grass.He saw black and red stains on the man.Bruce had no expression on his face, he secretly pinched the gadget in his pocket. ——He also couldn't explain why he forgot to throw away the useless communicator.

In ten seconds, that person will fall.

The military and police of Area I, recovering from a violent explosion, stretched out their guns from the window and fired indiscriminately, and the bullets chirped across the air.Randall felt the muscles in his arms begin to tremble.The blond man tightened his grip, and the weight of his entire body made his right shoulder miserable.

He counted silently in his heart.

five.

The pursuers had regrouped in the street, and they hadn't fired at him, and it was obvious that "catching alive" was no longer such a difficult job in the current situation, as long as he fell himself and luckily didn't catch him. He fell to his death.

six.

The sound of the helicopter's oars seemed to be getting closer, making Randall's ears buzzing. Maybe it was because of blood loss, but Randall couldn't tell the difference.

seven.

The military police on the ground began to use the loudspeaker to ask where the helicopter came from, "Please don't approach the scene, repeat, please don't approach the scene, or we will open fire on you!" The noise from the tweeter pierced the eardrums. "Da da da——" the machine gun on the helicopter began to shoot at the ground, and the tweeter made a final piercing sound, and then there was no sound.The military and police in Area I on the ground fell one by one.Randall didn't seem to care about his hand that slid down a bit, but raised his eyebrows with interest.For a moment, roars and shouts mixed with gunshots.

Eight.

A rope dangled from the helicopter, and the blond agent collected himself, dangling almost in front of the tip of his nose.He didn't know who it was.Blood dripped from the cut on his arm in a meandering trail.

Nine.

Bullets rain like locusts.

ten.

The man's hand gradually slipped, the last finger left the support, and he fell downward.

The golden sand, the hard and scorching ground, the stones and blood seemed to be rushing towards us in an instant.

Then he reached out and grabbed the rope.

The blond agent's body stopped falling after a few tenths of a second, and he hung on the rope, sneering to himself.This is not a pleasant situation. At this moment, his life is really hanging by a thread, and the other end of the thread is in whose hands.

Randall exhaled, he looked like a target hanging in the air at this moment, the military and police in Area I on the ground aimed all their firepower at the helicopter and tilted, the bullets whizzed past his cheek, Randall There was almost a burnt smell of burnt hair in the air.The wound on his waist was bleeding again because of the action of struggling to grab the rope just now. The blond agent moved his stiff fingers one by one, and then he used his waist and arms to quickly climb up the rope.

The helicopter stopped firing, gained altitude within seconds, and headed north.The golden sun was shining tirelessly, and the black shell of the helicopter seemed to be coated with warmth. A person was suspended from the rope below, and it flew away from the battlefield just now, leaving only a few Unwilling soldiers and police shot into the air in vain.

By the time Randall climbed to the bottom of the plane, the height of the helicopter was high enough to feel cold, and obviously no one cared if he could get a hole in the waist after he had just been smashed with a large group of people for more than two hours. Successfully climbed a rope several meters long under a plane moving at full speed.

Of course this is nothing to worry about.Now Randall was more curious about who would think he had enough weight, enough to mobilize a helicopter, enough to shoot at the military and police in Area I.

If other than that person, who else knows his existence.

The military and police of District I should not know his appearance. The intelligence department of District I issued a detailed arrest warrant and summoned enough people to hunt him down much earlier than Randall expected.But Randall wasn't surprised.

He has said goodbye to the officer.

The blond agent grabbed the rope with one hand and climbed up to the entrance of the helicopter with the other, doing pull-ups.

Randall threw himself into the cabin, gasping for breath, raising his eyes.

Then he slowly let go of the saber on his waist. He smiled and looked at the man sitting directly opposite him, even though his coat and hair had been blown by the gust of wind blowing in from the open hatch. Chaotic, still a man with leisure time.

The blond agent showed his white teeth when he smiled, and the blood on his lips was not so conspicuous.

"I really didn't expect it to be you, sir."