Gurmei's words caused silence to fall in the hut.
Russell, John, and Martha all looked at the boy in shock who wanted to return to hell.
No, at this moment, he should be called a man.
Only Romero frowned, stared at Gulme seriously and said, "You are a smart boy."
"You should be able to tell that we are going to go to the lair and kill people, right?"
His words were straightforward.
But Gulme was undeterred.
"Therefore."
"There are countless times I want to escape, and there are countless times I want to destroy this place with my own hands."
"The tragedy of that night has been replayed in my dreams countless times."
"Please let me come with you, even if you ask me to be a bait."
The more Gulme spoke, the more determined his eyes became, and the twinkling light in his eyes was enough to make anyone turn their attention.
The others fell silent upon hearing this.
Only Romero narrowed his eyes when he heard this.
I have to say, he likes this kid.
Or should I say, he admired this child very much.
But even so, he would not easily make the decision to take Gulme with him.
He was brought here just because the injuries in his body were so severe that it was difficult to recover, and only Martha's treatment with spiritual power would be effective.
It was impossible to move on with him.
Thinking of this, Romero looked at captain Russell and saw him silently shaking his head.
Obviously, Russell's decision was not to take him with him.
Just as Romero was about to reject the little boy, a ring of bells echoed outside the cabin.
Everyone's eyes instantly became serious.
This is Romero's warning trap, which they often used when they were stationed abroad.
Now that the warning trap is triggered, it means that someone is approaching.
With almost no hesitation, they all entered fighting mode.
In Gulme's field of vision, the four people in front of him suddenly became alert.
Then Russell’s walking stick, Romero’s sunglasses, Martha’s necklace, and John’s ring.
Everything instantly melted into a pool of white liquid, and then spread to cover every corner of the four people's bodies.
In an instant, the four of them finished changing their clothes.
The white-based tight-fitting suit is outlined with circles of gold lines that are not fancy. The overall look is sharp and angular, full of a metallic texture.
The peculiar sun pattern is engraved on everyone's chest.
Gulme opened her mouth wide, but found that she was too surprised to say anything.
This this……
what is this? !
Did he walk into a movie set?
Gulme suddenly realized that everything in front of him seemed to be beyond his understanding.
Before he could continue to be surprised, the four battle-experienced people had already made their next move.
With almost no communication, Russell, Romero, and John worked together in tacit agreement to smash the wall of the cabin and rush outside.
Drifting snow rushed into the dilapidated house.
The burning bonfire suddenly became swaying, as if it would be extinguished by the wind and snow in the next second.
Feeling the pain from the snowflakes on his face, before Gulme could react, he was picked up by Martha who had not yet left.
Then, the scenery in front of him began to reverse rapidly.
Martha held him and plunged into the snow.
The wind and snow that were like knives in this weather were all melted directly by the rising heat when they came to him.
Gulme did not break away. He understood that Martha's power of smashing the wall of the wooden house at will was not something that an ordinary twelve-year-old child like him could contend with.
He just wanted to try to see clearly what happened to the three people who rushed into the snow and wind.
But as the wooden house that was knocked through the four walls collapsed in the wind and snow, the swaying bonfire whose light pierced the night also disappeared.
In this windy and snowy night, Gulme completely lost all his vision, and could only see the afterimages of trees retreating rapidly on both sides.
………………………………
In the fluffy snow.
A group of people wearing heavy coats advanced one foot deeper than the other.
Under the night, the boundless wind and snow covered their footsteps, as if no one had ever passed by.
In such an environment, even an absolutely elite person may accidentally encounter some kind of subtle trap without realizing it.
"I heard that this time we got a batch of good goods from Southeast Asia."
"I really want to see if there are any tender ones."
Chatter rippled through the ranks.
However, the leading team leader immediately interrupted in the team communication channel: "Silence, wait until we finish patrolling, and we will talk about this when we get back."
"Don't all the countries in the nearby Nordic countries acquiesce to our existence?"
"Occasionally, a few goods escape and go out to call the police. We can use our connections to suppress them, and then bring them back and give them a good baptism."
"Is there any need to patrol?"
One member of the team said this.
Obviously, he was dissatisfied with the patrol mission on this particularly windy and snowy night.
"An order is an order."
The squad leader stopped and glared dissatisfied at the grumbling team members behind him.
"Haha, what bullshit order?!"
"How could anyone be lurking close to us in such a snowy day?"
The team members obviously didn't care much about the glare the team leader had just given him.
Everyone is a desperado who licks blood from the edge of a knife, and orders are nothing but nonsense. Only this squad leader is a mercenary hired with a high salary, and he still cares about the so-called tasks given by his superiors.
"snort."
The team leader snorted and said no more, continuing to move forward against the wind and snow ahead.
The team member who had been complaining sneered when he saw this: "Those people above must be selecting new goods. They feel comfortable. I..."
The words stopped abruptly.
The team leader who was walking in front without looking back raised his eyebrows, a little surprised by the silence of the team's voice.
But before he took two steps, he couldn't help but pause, and his lifted steps were hanging in the air.
wrong!
They didn't maintain radio silence. Even if they didn't speak, they should still be able to hear breathing from the microphone, right? !
Cold sweat broke out instantly and was absorbed by the thick and tightly wrapped clothes.
The squad leader turned around anxiously.
Even if you wear goggles, the dense trees and howling wind and snow still have a great impact on your vision.
But no matter how great the impact was, it was impossible for him to lose sight of his teammates who were right behind him.
What about his three outlaw teammates? !
Even if something happens, the communication channel of this radio should beep, right?
The squad leader swallowed.
Wherever you look, all you see is snow and darkness.
In the vast snowy mountain forest, the team leader stood alone.
An unspeakable fear surged into my heart.
Suddenly, a slight breathing sound came from the silent communication channel, and a stranger's voice said: "Look back."
The squad leader suppressed his trembling and turned his head.
But what I saw was still the endless darkness, dense trees, and howling wind and snow.
As soon as he let go of the lifting breath, severe pain shot up in his chest.
Looking down, I saw a hand passing through my chest.
Holding his still beating hot heart.
