Chapter 345 Night Rain and Blood.

"The nest is calling the nightingale, if you hear me, please reply... The nest is calling the nightingale, if you hear me, please reply..."

In the silent underground corridor, the communication balls on the two guards were still calling. But unfortunately, except for the occasional sound of electricity from the pipes on the wall, they were destined to get no response.

"The signal is not good at the nightingale..."

The signalman was still whispering to the team leader, but the Imperial Fists in the rear had already discovered the abnormality here.

Thanks to the inhuman hearing of the Astartes, Sergeant Ezio already knew the problem here clearly.

The Emperor's angel had no patience to wait, and went straight forward to squeeze the body of the communication squad leader away, and checked the last mission record of the Nightingale team.

Medical rescue... stevedore Morton... Choppam Station!

When the scarlet keyword appeared in his eyes, Ezio instantly sounded the alarm of the Astartes team.

"Target found! Location 355.14/171.3, nearby map uploaded. Target out of control, out of sight for 5 minutes and 22 seconds... 23 seconds... 24 seconds..."

"Received! Time 23 seconds... 24 seconds... 25 seconds... Synchronization complete!"

The squad commander walked out of the Defense Force headquarters, followed by two Imperial Fists.

After waiting for the timer on the pupil to be calibrated, the giant gestured to the squad members who stayed behind with one hand, and then moved towards the middle between the target and the City of Grace.

The latter nodded slightly after receiving the gesture, and then gave an order to the officers of the Defense Force:

"Block all backup channels in the A1-A7 area, and stop access to all maintenance pipelines along the way."

Similar alarms occurred simultaneously in many places around the Holy City, and finally formed a sharp blade pointing to his defense system in front of the Imperial Fist Captain Hornthorn.

"Has the flow of people been diverted?" Looking at the intricate channel structure diagram around the Holy City, Hornthorn's bell-like voice sounded in the Defense Force headquarters.

Colonel Clive, the commander of the defense army, looked embarrassed and responded to his superior's inquiry in a low voice:

"The evacuation has been completed, but our troop deployment has not been completed yet..."

"No more waiting!" Hornthorn waved his hand to stop the colonel's explanation and directly ordered:

Notify the Brotherhood of Light to fill your gaps in the inner city!

Authorize the local defense army to open fire! Any active targets appearing in the direction of Van Jopam will be shot first!"

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"Who am I?"

In the shadow of the corridor leading to the main city, Morton kept thinking while moving.

The awakened will in his body was so complete that he felt that his twenty years of life was like a floating island, which collapsed when the tide was about to come.

"Who am I?"

In addition to his footsteps and the streams of the drainage canals on both sides of the passage, there were several more tiny noises unknowingly.

"I used to be Morton, a dock loader;

I-I am still Morton, a...glorious Hydra! "

Snap...

The sound of rotten wood being crushed was so abrupt that he could no longer pretend not to know. The maker of the sound was on guard because of his own mistake, and Morton's attempt to approach was in vain.

Unfortunately, he was about to shoot again...

Sensing the intersection ahead and the pursuers behind him, his mind was still thinking, but his body had already reacted.

"Stop! "The order from the soldier in front arrived at the same time as the tactical lighting on the gun, and the people who were flanking behind were also close at hand.

Morton's body stood stiffly between a thick pipeline and an abandoned oil barrel, as if he was at the end of his rope and would be killed in the next second.

The soldier in front stared at the figure in the dark, and the two people's guns covered each other without a gap, and there was only a half-second loss of vision until they bypassed the obstacle;

The arrester behind him became more and more excited, and his breathing sounded like thunder in the corridor, but he was the only one who was unaware of it.

Now! Countdown to three seconds!

When the tactical lighting in front was blocked by an obstacle, and when the pursuer behind him felt that he had won;

Morton quietly pulled out the tactical dagger from his waist, and then moved sideways at the moment when the pursuer behind him turned over the oil barrel.

Countdown to two seconds!

The sturdy arm locked the neck of the comer, and the sharp dagger followed the inertia of the two people's rotating bodies, and passed through the throat of the adventurous person without a hair's breadth, and then kicked him out after pulling out the sharp blade.

Countdown to one second !

Left front, two targets, 3 meters away, exposed, no cover.

Plop!

The fallen corpse was pushed out by the murderer, fulfilling its mission at the moment of attracting the attention of the soldiers in front.

Bang! Bang!

Two shots of pump-action shotguns came from the guards' instinctive vigilance against the shadows.

Bang! Bang!

Two more short automatic gunshots, which were the blood price paid by the corpse's comrades for his recklessness.

Morton squatted down and was about to pick up the pump gun in the soldier's hand, but the footsteps of his "comrades" behind him made his movements stiff on the spot.

"Astarte..." he muttered.

And the one who responded to his words was the yellow giant who walked out slowly from the corner behind him with a bolt gun in his hand and aimed.

Morton stood there and kept his posture, waiting for any possible opportunity.

He knew that compared with the Astarte who had completed the physical transformation, his reaction speed was a joke.

If there was no accident, any action he took would declare the failure of the mission.

The air solidified at this moment. In the quiet space, there was nothing but the steady and unyielding steps of the Son of Dorne.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of the woodcutters' guns suddenly sounded from the side of the intersection. The dense metal jets, guided by the red rays of the tracer bullets, hit the Son of Dorne who was caught off guard and retreated repeatedly, and even the heavy ceramic steel armor was sparked.

In the narrow passage, the two people's solid offensive and defensive posture loosened for a moment.

Morton instantly bent down and rolled towards the thick pipe behind him, and the two bolts that followed him expressed the anger of the Son of Dorne with huge pits on the ground and the pipe.

"Glory! To the Hydra!"

A faint war cry sounded in Morton's ears as he ran wildly, and the roar of the explosive bomb let him know the final fate of his comrades.

"I can't die..." He forced himself to calm his violently beating heart. The method of suspended animation circulated in the legion made his breathing slow down rapidly.

His vital signs dropped rapidly in a few seconds, and finally, before the thermal imaging vision of the son of Dorne who came later swept over, he merged with the surrounding environment dangerously.

"The target is lost... Yes, keep looking..."

The high Gothic language, which was like a muffled thunder, came out of the giant's mouth across the wall with a strong unwillingness. But Morton's lead-gray eyes did not blink, and he was indifferent to it like a hibernating snake.

In order to reduce the signs of his body, he had entered a short dormancy at this time. Even if the Imperial Fist really found him, he would not know.

The giant left after searching in vain, and Morton, who fell into dormancy, returned to the world in the corridor a few minutes later with a violent gasp.

On the way, he brushed shoulders with death several times. But under the cover of his fellow men who sacrificed their lives, he finally got the supplies sent to the inner city in a temporary warehouse underground without any danger.

Magnetic suction cup (hand and foot climbing equipment), optical camouflage cloak, sniper bolter, and the attached observer equipment.

Morton put on these special equipment one by one and waited for another two minutes. But the passage of time finally made him sure that he would never wait for the arrival of the strange partner.

Carrying the heavy sniper bolter on his back and tying it with a belt, Morton bent down and hung his partner's aiming equipment around his neck.

After pulling out the water bag straw on his chest, he looked up at the lead-gray sky outside the window, and then plunged into the storm.

"Hydra Supreme, long live Alpha!"

The mission countdown was 10 minutes, and Morton finally climbed to his predetermined position in the rain and thunder.

He squinted his eyes and observed the corridor below, waiting for the appearance of the mission target in his brain and the signal to fire.

9 minutes...

8 minutes...

7 minutes...

6 minutes...

Finally, with a burst of bustling footsteps, he found the target that could activate the task list in his brain.

But he was not in a hurry to aim, but just collected the position of the crowd with the corner of his vision.

Because in the knowledge given to him by the unknown existence, he knew that some veterans who had been on the battlefield for a long time had an instinctive reaction to the pre-aiming of weapons.

5 points...

4 points...

3 points...

Morton's crosshairs were always vaguely placed on the open space under the target's feet, until the target in the advancing crowd walked nearly a thousand meters away from him and almost disappeared from his sight.

Buzz!

A low-frequency, special sound that only Morton could hear sounded, and his originally enlarged pupils shrank instantly, and the gun in his hand adjusted slightly along the suddenly tensed muscles.

Looking at the battle nun who was shouting orders in the crosshairs, he locked the deadly gun in his hand firmly at her chest at a distance of thousands of meters.

Boom!

The bullet streaked through the rain, instantly knocking down the target a thousand meters away. Scarlet blood flowers bloomed from the eyepiece, and the panicked crowd screamed one after another.

Looking at the high-temperature trajectory that disappeared in the rain in front of him, Morton's grimy teeth showed from the corners of his mouth:

"Hello, please accept the greetings from Hydra!"

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