Dupont carefully picked up the mine and observed it carefully for a while. He had only seen this kind of old-fashioned mine in military magazines and military museums. He thought about it and sent the mine to the trimmed lawn area.
He himself did not dare to go out and continued to advance in the tall grass area, but he was much more careful than before. He slowed down and kept picking at the grass and weeds while moving forward, keeping an eye on his feet every step of the way, fearing that he would actually step on a landmine.
His caution saved him, for he found several more mines, like the one before, and he sent them all to the short grass.
The sound of explosions continued in the rear, and the soldiers chasing after them suddenly discovered that the road they had deliberately manicured had turned into a minefield.
"Damn it, why do I feel like I'm bullying the elderly?" Dupont lay deep in the grass, took out a cigarette and lit it, took a few puffs and then extinguished it, got up and continued walking forward.
After walking for about half an hour, he finally reached the outskirts of the village. He didn't dare to go any further. One step further forward was the lighting area.
The powerful light source of the xenon searchlight illuminated all the surrounding grass within 100 meters. There was also a group of soldiers at the entrance of the village, about 200 of them. They spread out in all directions, all staring at the grass.
If it had been before, Dupont would have had no choice but to continue moving forward after several violent explosions. However, he now has high-tech weapons in his hands.
The air cannon is powerful, almost silent, and has a firing range of up to 200 meters. It is really the best weapon to kill people and break through levels.
As for the small shortcoming of long release time, it is completely bearable for Dupont. He even thinks this setting is very good. After all, he also needs time to aim.
The air cannon began to show its power, one shot every four seconds. Its radiation range was wide, and its firing method was very concealed. It was not until he fired two shots that the soldiers at the entrance of the village noticed the abnormality. Their comrades fired in a kind of way. In a strange way, blood sprayed everywhere, staining the red brick floor in the village red, and it spread evenly.
In the end, all more than 2,200 soldiers were killed, and no one survived. Dupont was like a god of death, frightening the soldiers chasing behind him.
They didn't hear the sound of any shells exploding, but all these soldiers died, and there were no intact bodies. They finally understood that the enemy was not from their world.
Dupont stood up and stepped onto the bloody road unhurriedly. The soles of his feet were sticky, and the soles of his shoes were soon stained red.
There is no city on Easter Island, but there is a large village in which thousands of families live. Their buildings are very distinctive and unforgettable.
However, Dupont did not come here for tourism. He had no intention of admiring. He was looking for unique buildings.
Finally Dupont saw a manor, which was very luxurious. The houses in the manor were all bungalows. There was not a brick or tile in front of the house, and they all used bright glass as doors and windows.
The lights in the house are bright, shining through the glass into the yard of the manor. The yard is filled with gardens and grass. The grass is all the kind of low weeds before the global mutation. It is really difficult to see such weeds now. .
Dupont was almost certain that this was the storage location of the super particle collider. He observed it from a distance for a while, but did not find any figures. It was as if the explosion and killing he had just created did not exist at all. Here was another The space is average, but it's really peaceful here.
Empty city strategy?
Dupont sneered secretly, no matter how many ambushes there were, he would definitely break through.
Time was limited, so he no longer hesitated and began to stride forward. Although he seemed calm, he was always on guard in his heart. He was always observing all the movements around him.
A dark night, an empty street, a quiet light in the distance, a lonely person walking on the street, his shadow stretched by the light.
There is something beautiful about this scene. If more than 200 people had not died just now, this place could almost be called a paradise on earth, but now it can only be called a hell on earth.
Hell naturally has its own laws of survival, and hell is a territory that symbolizes death.
This lonely man walking alone suddenly jerked his left shoulder behind him. A 7.79*53mm armor-piercing bullet hit his left chest. The huge force penetrated directly through his chest and flew out from the back of his heart. Flying at a fast speed and disappearing into the night.
Dupont looked at his chest in disbelief, then looked ahead and fell on his back.
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In World No. 1, this place was already in flames, and smoke filled the area for thousands of meters. In World No. 11, it was still a land of birds singing, flowers fragrant, and dense forests.
The place where Longfellow Webster arrived was Porto Romano in the northern part of South America in World 11.
Different from the apocalyptic scene in World No. 1, this place in World No. 11 is prosperous. A large number of ships are docked at the port. Although it is already evening, the working people have not dispersed. The lights are turned on and a large number of trailers are going back and forth. Stopped loading and unloading cargo.
As a man, Longfellow is at his most attractive age, but as an agent, he is already too old. He is 42 years old this year.
Among the six agents selected by Audrey, Longfellow was the oldest, 11 years older than Carter, the second oldest, and the others were all under 30.
Being an agent is a profession that relies on youth. As you get older, your reaction ability will slow down, your strength will weaken, and your endurance will be much worse.
25 to 35 years old is actually the best age for an agent. Once you pass 40, you will go downhill and you will no longer be suitable for doing some killing jobs.
Longfellow found a bar, and Shi Shiran walked in. She collided with a man at the door, and then apologized hurriedly. He was a dock worker who drank a lot and left cursing.
Longfellow looked around the bar, then walked to the counter and ordered a bottle of good wine. He paid for it with the wallet of the dockworker who had just left, and then threw the wallet to the bar, explaining to the bartender that a customer had just thrown it. , he asked the bartender to keep it temporarily, waiting for the guests to pick it up.
Longfellow took the wine bottle to the table of a strong man who was already drunk. He put the bottle on the table and asked with a smile: "How are you? Can you drink more? I'll treat you."
The strong man frowned and glanced at Longfellow, then at the bottle. His eyes suddenly lit up, and he said, "Why do you want to invite me to drink?"
"Because I stole the money to buy the wine."
"Hahahaha..." The strong man laughed loudly, "I like you, I will drink this wine."
Longfellow quickly got all the information he needed from the strong man. The strong man also had a car, which he unceremoniously borrowed. As for the strong man, Longfellow was also very considerate. He threw him into the trash can and was worried that he would catch a cold, so he covered him well with trash.
There is something special about World No. 11. The real people in power here are some large international companies, and the so-called countries are all controlled by these entrepreneurs.
The Super Particle Collider is controlled by a multinational company called Cartagena. They have a 99-story building in this city. The ground building has not been completed yet, but underground offices are said to have started.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Although the Cartagena Company hides it very well, it still cannot hide it from the people in the city who like to catch the wind and shadow.
Longfellow drove up, parked in the shadows, and surveyed the building from inside.
There were only two security guards patrolling inside, but the patrol was not strict. They just took a symbolic look around with flashlights.
Longfellow found the entrance to the basement easily, but there was an iron gate, which was locked. Despite his rich experience, he really couldn't open this old-fashioned lock cylinder.
But this is a construction site, and the most indispensable thing on the ground is magic weapons. Longfellow picked up a brick and smashed it hard at the lock.
The night was very quiet, and the sound was loud. It seemed that the security guard was going to be alerted. So Longfellow found a corner that was not easily illuminated by the flashlight, and stood there quietly waiting. After waiting for more than a minute, he saw it. The flashlights of the two security guards were shining brightly.
As they approached, Longfellow easily knocked them unconscious and threw them into the corner where he had just ducked.
Going down is a basement. The space on the negative 1 floor is quite large. It seems that an underground shopping mall is being built.
Longfellow found the elevator and pressed the down button. He did not go down, but stood at the door of the elevator waiting. There were no cameras inside or outside the elevator, which made him feel at ease.
The elevator descended for almost two minutes and finally stopped, so he pressed the down arrow without hesitation to let the elevator rise again.
After another long wait, the elevator came up again, the elevator door opened, and there was no one inside.
Longfellow then repeated his previous actions and let the elevator go down again, while he was still waiting on the first floor.
After repeating this three times, someone finally came out of the elevator. As soon as the elevator door opened, two clear pops were heard. Longfellow's silenced pistol opened fire, killing the person inside, and shot him once in the chest. The second shot was a direct headshot.
Longfellow pulled out the body. It was a man in a white shirt with a walkie-talkie on his waist. Longfellow took off the walkie-talkie, put it in his arms, wrapped it in his clothes, and then spoke to the walkie-talkie. He said: "If something happens, come up quickly."
His clothes are radiation-proof suits, which not only protect against radiation, but also block signals. He is afraid that the people below will hear the abnormality in his voice, so he deliberately creates the feeling that the signal is poor.
A voice of inquiry quickly came from the walkie-talkie, asking him what was going on. He still put the walkie-talkie in his arms, this time wrapped more tightly, and then said some random content.
A curse suddenly came from the walkie-talkie: "Damn it, I can't hear what is being said at all. Is the signal up there that bad?"
Another majestic voice said: "Stop asking, go up and take a look."
"yes."
This time three people came up, and Longfellow took care of them all.
Among the three people, there was a very strong man. Longfellow took off his shirt and trousers, put them on himself, then used the mask's imitation function to transform into the appearance of the fat man, and wiped his hand with blood. He took off his glasses and put them in his arms, then went down the elevator.
When the elevator door was about to open, Longfellow pressed his bloody hand on the bullet hole of his white shirt and staggered out of the elevator.
Below is a large hall. There are several people in the hall, including two strong men wearing white shirts and two others wearing white coats.
The strong man Longfellow transformed stretched out his bloodless right hand, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing and fell to the ground.
"Francis!" One of them was shocked and hurried over to help Longfellow.
