SWEEP, sweep, clear. When this very common word is used on a group of people, the "dust" they remove will also change with the meaning of the word.
Eliminate dissidents and clean up enemies. When they write their names on that agreement, these people are no longer employees employed by Rhode Island, but become Kelsey's private army, only following her orders.
As for the SWEEP members dispatched by Noah, they were only executing Kelsey's order to "obey Noah's command".
It’s just the master’s task.
Dr. Noah was a very capable battlefield commander and was. Amnesia brings not only a sense of unfamiliarity with former close friends and the stagnation of ore disease research, but also a decline in command ability. The chess players who once dominated the battlefield could no longer cope with such large-scale scenes and could only be responsible for commanding small-scale battles, while Kelsey was solely responsible for controlling the overall situation.
Old guys who have lived for who knows how many years always have a special feeling for conspiracies. That kind of uneasiness seems to connect two time and space and linger around you all the time, allowing you to always be prepared before things get worse.
Kelsey didn't believe that Ursus officials would behave as "well-behaved" as they appeared on the surface. She could also roughly guess what this country, which seemed to be full of muscles, was thinking, so she deliberately set up an ambush in this mission. With one hand, he waited for the other party to show his fox tail.
Rhode Island dispatched five teams for this mission. In addition to the team that maintained communications and the combat team responsible for stopping the core city to beat up Tallulah, there was also a special operations team that had been hiding in the dark, namely Kyle. The "A" hidden by Hoshi, the SWEEP who have taken off their disguises when the integration movement is in chaos.
Although they are mainly responsible for the stability of Rhode Island's internal organization, this does not mean that these people cannot go out to fight. Just like the Supervision Department, everyone knows about the existence of SWEEP, but no one understands how many members there are in this team, who they are, and how powerful they are.
Anyone can be an officer of the Supervision Department, or a SWEEP.
Under the shadows, these personal guards of the Queen of Rhode Island are the most powerful, silent and deadly gods of death. Maybe he was not ready to deal with Tallulah, but when dealing with some soldiers whose professional level was lower than his own, the knives in their hands would only drink blood.
The giant bear in the north showed its sharp claws, but the hunter's knife had already reached its head.
——————The oriole met the eagle————————
"I surrender."
Leonid raised his arms, made a standard French military salute, and repeated his appeal to the girl in front of him. His voice was loud and full of energy, without any sense of humiliation of surrendering to the enemy. Instead, he seemed to be shouting slogan.
As soon as the girl came out, he understood what was going on. Rhodes Island guessed what the Ursus government was thinking and took targeted countermeasures - finding a group of more cruel killers to deal with the regular army elites. This little girl cut off a big living person without changing her expression. The best proof.
Well, he was still smiling even though he was splashed with blood, which made Leonid feel a little uncomfortable.
He wasn't so perverted when he was seeking revenge.
So what is the best way to deal with a killer who has the same goals and interests?
Put your hands up and surrender, nothing more.
No one would want to reason with a killer, nor would they believe that the killer would reason with you, not to mention that the killer seemed to be a perverted lunatic. You can't see into this kind of person's heart at all. One second he may be greeting you with a smile, but the next second he will draw his sword and turn you into countless unknown souls under his sword.
She won't even look at you twice.
Friends, killing is addictive, and Leonid knew that feeling firsthand. Decades ago, he was prosperous in the dark side of Qicheng, and his hands were naturally filled with blood debts. He didn't care about the lives of these people at all, and he was not like Valentine who would kill people and still worry about them until he couldn't sleep. .
If he hadn't met Vera's mother later, Leonid would have gone far away and wandered in another city by now, and would not have taken Chernobog seriously at all.
That girl and Vera were his only remaining conscience, and they also stopped him at the moment before falling into the abyss.
If he really fell, it would probably be the same as the girl in front of him.
Therefore, surrender is the best way. Show weakness first, hide the counterattack card in your hand, and see if the other party is willing to talk to you. If you are willing, that is naturally the best; if you are not willing, you can also have the means to fight back and escape.
The best way to bring two people closer is always for one party to put down his or her guard first and treat the other person sincerely. In this case, you can't expect to let the lunatic opposite him show his hand first, right?
Not to mention running away, exposing your back to strangers is definitely a dead end.
Silver-gray eyes looked at the man with his hands raised not far away, with curious eyes. The girl lowered her arms and loosened her fingers. The machete fell to the ground and fell before the mercenary's still closed eyes. Blood and snow seeped into each other and blended together closely, and cold flowers bloomed at the girl's feet, just like the dried plum blossoms on her clothes and legs.
The noise in the distance was a little quieter. Probably the soldiers who had just gone out had already dealt with the nearby enemies and began to advance deeper.
Silence stopped around the two of them as if dead, and it seemed as if the sound was cut off by the girl. The man raised his hands, puffed out his chest, and stood between the two ice sculptures without any movement; the girl tilted her head slightly, her little ears twitched occasionally, her eyes swept across Leonid from top to bottom, and the corners of her mouth were filled with a smile just now. Smile while killing.
Weird atmosphere.
Leonid swallowed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Just like strong people have their own domain, everyone's heart also has their own appearance. Over the years, Leonid has tried to figure out the hearts of many people, from simple ones like his wife to complex ones like Tallulah. He has at least peeked into the hearts of many people, and even if he doesn't know what the other person is thinking, he can still understand the general tone of their emotions.
But the girl in front of me...
Leonid could not see anything.
Tallulah put on a thick disguise for her heart, Leonid could only see the illusion, and could only make a rough guess about the truth behind it. As for her, Leonid could only see a thick layer of fog.
Besides, only darkness remains.
When the girl first appeared, Leonid saw these things, which only belonged to her field, targeting the spiritual field.
Smoke has no body, it can change into any shape the girl wants. If the smoke was surrounded by light, Leonid could still think that she was a pure person without any worldly pollution. But since what he saw was boundless darkness, that meant...
She is a "real" madman and cannot be fathomed.
The girl showed her power unabashedly to those who saw her. The boundless darkness and thick smoke eroded Leonid's spirit, wrapping the man from head to tail like black tape. , leaving only unbearable suffocation and dullness, which made this poisonous snake who had never felt fear and fear truly tighten his body for the first time, and stayed in place to wait for her to surrender.
And just when she was mentally shocking Leonid, the girl approached the mercenary as lightly and slowly as a cat, raised the knife in her hand, and finally cut him in two.
She could have used her own strength to kill the mercenary without any blood, but in the end she chose this bloody method. She looked at the corpse like a child looking at her toy, which made Leonid shudder.
Everyone is born normal, but later some people become crazy and are hated by the world. Some people become madmen and then pretend to be normal people, but their flaws will eventually be exposed and they cannot suppress their desires.
Then why can't there be people who were originally crazy but eventually became normal people?
In this world, there are always madmen, and there are also rational madmen, but he has only seen one person who is as crazy as a normal person.
"Lapland."
The girl chuckled and clapped her hands, spreading the blood on her palms evenly and smearing it on her clothes casually.
The bloody plum was stamped with several handprints, making it look even more dazzling.
"Well……"
Leonid wondered whether he should tell his real name. There was no threat in the girl's voice, which was a good sign.
Although one's own safety is just a matter of the other party's thoughts.
"Lev, an ordinary Integrated Movement soldier."
In the end, he chose to tell his pseudonym because the other person was likely to reveal his existence when he beat others up soon.
It would be troublesome if he said his real name.
This is not because Leonid is stinky, but because the girl named "Lapland" is too free...
He would believe you if you said that this girl would take off her clothes and take out two protractors to hit someone.
Ordinary people's logic cannot be applied to her. "I want to do this" is her only logic.
"But your abilities," Lapland raised his chin as he looked at the two ice sculptures, "are not ordinary at all."
"In this core city, I am just an ordinary rebel like those who don't know any Origin Stone skills."
Leonid still raised his hands.
"Okay Lev."
The girl waved her hand, indicating that he could put his arm down.
She didn't seem to think about whether this man was lying at all, maybe she didn't care at all.
"What do you want to do next?"
She turned around and walked towards the tent behind her. At the same time, she took off her bloody white clothes and threw them to the ground. The white faded away, and what came into view was the girl's slender body. The compression garment fit tightly against the girl's body, outlining graceful curves. Combined with the white-gray gradient of her unruly long hair and feet, and her skin as white as snow, it was enough to grab any man's attention. Eye.
But Leonid's eyes were attracted to her arms. What he saw were the tragic scars on the girl's arms, shoulders and thighs.
In the air, there was the sound of sharp blades cutting through skin, as well as crazy roars.
Only for a moment.
Leonid frowned.
What has she experienced? Also...isn't this girl cold? ?
"Leave here, catch up with those people just now, defeat Tallulah's supporters, and finally find a place where we can live."
Easier said than done.
Is there any place in the world where infected people can live a good life?
"Good luck to you then."
It was like talking to a friend, with a hint of smile in the girl's voice.
Lapland had come out of the tent and put on new clothes. The girl's slender body was wrapped in a long black jacket, covering all the scars of the past. Her long hair was fluttering in the wind, as if it were covered with thorns, as unique as the two knives hanging on her waist.
…
Leonid didn't know what to say.
There are really weird people who use protractors as weapons!
The key is that this girl is a lunatic, and there is really no sense of inconsistency when this weird weapon appears in her hands...
"Good luck to you, too."
Leonid breathed a sigh of relief.
The conversation was very harmonious, and the tone of the other party was also very polite. Maybe I really saw it wrong.
He nodded slightly, turned and left. But just when he lifted his left foot, the girl's laughter made him stop abruptly.
The breathless mental pressure at the beginning came again. Then, a wolf howl came from behind him and reached his ears in an instant. When Leonid tensed his body and was about to gather his Origin Stone skills to resist, the two ice sculptures beside him exploded violently.
A large amount of ice dust covered Leonid's face and obscured his sight. A second later, light came to the world again, Leonid lowered his arms and looked around.
The girl had disappeared, leaving only a lifeless Integrated Movement stronghold. Also missing with her were the two heads on the ice sculptures. Only the neat cross sections could prove their existence.
The man stared at the neat cut surfaces on the ice sculpture, then stretched out his hand to wipe his face. Then he turned around and left quickly, heading towards the noisy core area in the distance.
The snow was still falling, but it was a little lighter than at first, and the wind wasn't as cold anymore. The core city was covered with a layer of white gauze, which somewhat covered up the blazing heat of the Origin Stone Cluster, but was melted by the even hotter blood. The sound of swords and shouts echoed in the sky above the huge ruins, as if time had gone back to the city burned by the flames.
——————History is always surprisingly similar————————
What can you do in one second?
A breath, a heartbeat, walking half a meter... Human life is composed of countless tiny and real seconds. As the basic unit of time used in daily life, it may be insignificant, but it absolutely cannot be ignored. Sometimes, you can even save thousands of lives in one second and make a choice worthy of being recorded in history.
Of course, if you can save people, you can kill people.
The soldier fell to the ground, his back against the wall, covered in blood. His body seemed to have been stripped of bones and lay paralyzed in a pool of blood, as if it would dissolve into a mass of rotten flesh and flow into the surrounding red in the next second. The fishy smell penetrated his nose, but he didn't feel the slightest discomfort - compared to the pain in his body at the moment, this unpleasant smell was really nothing.
A breath hung in his throat, hooking the soldier's feet like a thin thread, becoming his last insurance before death. In this last moment when he should be recalling the past and expressing emotion about his life, the soldier only had a thin scene in his mind and nothing else.
His blood-stained eyes were staring ahead aimlessly, his lips and head were trembling slightly, and he kept repeating one sentence in his mouth, his voice buzzing and as thin as a mosquito.
"Then...that's...what?"
No one responded to the soldier. There were only corpses and pools of blood beside him. Even the air was solidified by pollution. It sank into the blood and fully floated. It climbed up to the soldier's feet and moved upward slowly.
Death came as promised, slowly eroding his body. The cold red is the hand of death, now coming to take him where he needs to go.
Finally, when those hands covered the soldier's eyes, he also saw clearly the image that had been repeating in his mind.
It was a face, a masked face.
The eyes under the mask shone scarlet, like the blood on her horns. In those eyes with split canthus and bloodshot eyes, besides anger, the soldier could only see his own dull shadow.
Then there was a flash of yellow light, and he fell to the ground, shrouded in confusion and death.
He remembered that the face was that of the enemy that had just suddenly appeared. The evil ghost whose body was wrapped tightly only exposed his arms covered with Originium crystals.
A blink, a breath...
As soon as the sword was unsheathed, the evil ghost had disappeared, and all the soldier could see was blood red.
Immediately afterwards, the body fell, and even the soul was cut open.
It took her a second to kill everyone who was standing, and they fell to the ground before they could even react, leaving only fleeting images in their minds.
The soldier's heart stopped beating as his last breath was exhaled. Darkness enveloped his brain and carried his soul, bringing the last life in the warehouse area into hell.
He finally closed his eyes.
The soldier's mission failed and his life was harvested. But at least before death came, he saw the killer's appearance clearly, put an end to the doubts in his heart, and could leave with peace of mind.
