[COD] Newbie's Rise to Power

Soap turned the steering wheel and broke the silence that had lasted all the way by speaking.

You were still wearing that blood-stained dress. The situation was too rushed at the time, and there wasn't time to change. Also, it was a sea voyage, and there were only a few men like Soap who weren't close to you, so it was even more inconvenient for them to help you change.

"No need to collect it, I have prepared one for her."

The ghost stared straight ahead, his voice soft and calm, but his gloved right hand was gently stroking the ring finger of his left hand, a small gesture that hinted at his lack of focus.

Soap pursed her lips, hesitating before speaking:

"Simon, you should find some time to go for a follow-up check-up."

The follow-up examination for the soap refers to a follow-up examination by a psychologist. In the past, ghosts would go for regular check-ups and adjustments.

But since you came into his life, he has been going less and less, which is certainly a good thing, proving that he is gradually emerging from the shadows.

But now that you're gone, Soap is afraid of hurting him again and causing new psychological problems, but he doesn't seem to care.

The ghost, who had been keeping her eyes down, finally looked up and replied calmly, "I'm fine."

Soap: "You do, you're not in a good state right now, wait until you get YN..."

"John, focus on driving."

The ghost interrupted him before he could finish speaking and then closed its eyes, clearly refusing to communicate.

Soap didn't want to say anything more that might provoke the other person, so she shut her mouth and continued driving in silence.

The return trip would take at least two days, so the group took turns driving. After Soap and Ghost took their turns, it was Kruger and Nicoto's turn, and the four people who were replaced went to rest in the SUV.

A day later, the vehicle had left Turkey and was undergoing its second refueling and third rotation.

The SUV led the way, and as they approached a fork in the road, Kruger, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

"Nikto".

Nick, who was called by him, suddenly turned around from the passenger seat, holding a cloth soaked in ether in each hand, and quickly and accurately pressed it onto the mouths and noses of the two male soldiers in the back seat!

The two male soldiers tried to struggle, but due to Nikoto's strength and the effects of the drugs, they gradually lost their strength and consciousness.

The male soldier in the middle was hit in the head by Nikto when he tried to make a move, which made him dizzy.

"Thorn-"

The refrigerated truck came to an abrupt stop, and Nikto immediately jumped out and quickly pulled the three male soldiers off the truck!

"damn it!"

The ghost ahead noticed and let out an angry mutter.

Soap suddenly swerved the steering wheel, and the car quickly turned around in the lane, heading towards the refrigerated truck.

"Oh!"

Nick slammed the door shut, and the refrigerated truck sped off in the other direction of the fork!

He raised his gun with both hands and fired a shot without hesitation at the approaching SUV!

"squeak--"

The tire was punctured by a bullet, and the fast-moving SUV immediately veered off course and drifted due to the tire imbalance!

sudden--

Another shot blew out both of the off-road vehicle's tires, forcing Ghost and his crew to get out and give chase.

Nicoto continued running while interfering, slowing down the four of them until the white refrigerated truck disappeared from sight, at which point he stopped interfering.

The tall figure stood motionless until the pursuing ghost forcefully flipped him over and pinned him to the ground.

A sharp, cold military knife pressed against the back of his neck, followed by a ghostly growl:

"Damn bastards, where are you taking her?!"

Despite having his most vulnerable and fatal parts threatened, Nicoto remained completely calm and responded indifferently.

"Save her."

The ghost's eyes widened, then she angrily lowered her brows.

"You're insane! She's already dead, what are you going to do to her?!"

Nicoto suddenly flipped over, elbowing Ghost's arm, and switched positions as Ghost was falling unsteadily. He then pinned down Ghost's knife-wielding hand.

"She's not dead!"

"She's not dead! You gave her up so easily, you don't deserve her at all!"

Nicoto roared emotionally, stubbornly refuting the ghost.

Soap immediately raised his gun and pressed it against the back of Nicoto's head.

“Nikto, release the lieutenant.”

He threatened coldly, saying that at such close range, even if Nikto was heavily protected, he would not escape the damage from bullets.

The three remained in this stalemate for a long time until the ghost spoke first:

“Nikto, let’s talk.”

He didn't believe it was Nikoto's idea; it must have been Kruger's, who then used Nikoto.

Kruger, what exactly is he trying to do!

Just now, you watched the sudden farce unfold, your spirit drifting further and further away from your body, unable to resist, and could only angrily launch a one-sided punch at Kruger, who was driving.

Kruger, where are you taking me?

You asked him helplessly.

But the other person was completely unaware, simply staring fixedly ahead with an expression you couldn't understand.

Along the way, he changed the license plate, bought a lot of equipment, and even bought you a pure white long dress to change into. The black cloth around your neck was also replaced with a white lace ribbon.

"I'm sorry, madam, my sewing skills are really not good. I'm afraid I'll sew an ugly centipede for you."

He chuckled, his fingers tugging at the lace ribbon, tying it into a pretty bow.

"However, my knot-tying skills won't disappoint you, do you like them?"

You look down at the new clothes that have appeared on your spirit body, and then you spin around in the air.

I like it, darling.

You lean down and place a kiss on the crease at the corner of his smiling eyes.

Take a small sip of the coolness.

ch.341: Coniferous Forest

Somewhere in the towering mountains of northern Siberia.

A man wearing a gray-white winter coat and carrying a brown equipment bag on his back is hammering a serrated multi-functional ice axe into the snow-covered mountainside to use as a foothold for climbing.

He had a climbing rope tied around his waist, with a long, narrow air cushion bag at the other end.

As he went up a little, he carefully pulled the package bag up.

At this time in November, the area is completely covered in snow, and the temperature has reached a frigid -39 degrees Celsius.

The damp, cold air relentlessly assaulted the man's unclothed face. Fortunately, the hood and fur collar he wore mitigated the impact of the airflow, forming a stable boundary layer on his face, slowing heat loss, raising facial temperature, and largely preventing frostbite.

Wearing a thick face mask keeps him warm, and snow goggles allow him to maintain good visibility in the snow.

Cold, lonely, the vast white world was so quiet that only his heavy breathing could be heard.

After several hours of climbing, he finally approached the highest point, and his strength was almost exhausted. He sat down and leaned against a fir tree.

Looking around at the coniferous forest of pines and firs, the towering trees seemed to obscure everything beneath their branches, and snowflakes drifted down slowly and steadily...

The silence made the man let out a long, weary sigh.

He hugged the package to his chest, slowly unzipped it, revealing a pale, gentle face inside.

"Madam, this place can keep you beautiful forever, do you like it?"

The temperature in a refrigerated truck is still not high enough, and accidents are prone to occur. It needs a place that can maintain a low temperature forever, so that your body can remain immortal.

You floated opposite him, and although your heart no longer ached, your chest still felt extremely uncomfortable.

What has happened in the last few days is enough to make his intentions clear.

Looking at his shoulders gradually covered by snowflakes, you feel a little worried.

Kruger, are you cold?

The temperature here is so low that you're afraid he'll die of hypothermia.

No! Could he be planning to commit suicide with you?!

“I’m not cold, madam, don’t worry. I won’t let myself die so easily.”

If the transitions are almost perfect, it's as if you're having a conversation.

But you know that this is just him talking to himself, and it has happened many times in the past two or three days.

Sure enough, he zipped up the package again the next second.

He then stood up, untied the climbing rope from his waist, scanned the surroundings, and finally locked onto a target.

He opened his equipment bag and took out tools, including an entrenching tool, ice axe, chainsaw, and waterproof mat.

He first used a chainsaw to cut down a pine tree, and then cut it into several small sections and pieces.

After finishing that, he picked up his shovel and ice axe without stopping and headed towards a protruding hillside.

Kruger's back was hunched over, and each swing of his pickaxe kicked up dirt and small pieces of ice.

These permafrosts, in temperatures below minus forty degrees Celsius, are as hard as cast iron.

The impact of the pickaxe tip striking the ground caused a tingling sensation in the hand.

His brown eyes were fixed on the shallow pit that had just been dug on the earthen slope.

It was less than half a meter deep, but it had already taken more than an hour.

The gloves were already soaked with sweat, and then they were frozen stiff when I took a break, making my finger joints make a soft clicking sound when I moved them.