Eh? Do you also want to try the iron fist of the humanoid girl?

As long as the target is not protected by a bunker, it can only hope for the best when the missile falls on its head.

At this moment, after the incident just now, no one in the humanoid team was willing to speak. They just walked more carefully.

Avoid many exposed areas and try to walk under the shade of trees.

On the way back to the place where the bomb was buried, Raphael saw many corpses.

Their purpose seems to be the same as that of the small team, and they are planning to stage a "mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind" drama.

But it seemed that they were all dealt with by others. At this time, the four of them were wondering how the battle here started.

The airdrop containers are like the succubus in the story, attracting countless people and finally draining them of everything.

Against the backdrop of the fiery red sky, the rattling sound of machine gun fire could be heard from the direction of Frankfurt city.

By the sound, Raphael could tell it was a Russian-made PKM firing. After several loud explosions, she heard shouting.

So they found a relatively hidden shadow to hide.

Raphael disappeared, and a few minutes later she returned.

"They are from the National Defense Forces," Raphael said, "and French people who speak French. They are clearing out the refugees from this forest area."

"How to deal with it?" Lingyin asked.

“White people were detained and guarded, while black people were executed on the spot.”

Raphael made a gesture of shooting a pistol at his temple.

"Is this their first joint action?" Asuka sneered, "Their actions... are crimes."

Seriously speaking, the Main-Frankfurt area is part of the Federal Republic of Germany and it is impossible to allow it to continue to be in chaos.

Sooner or later, the Germans will restore this place to its former state, so it is normal to see their people here.

"As long as the crime is not discovered, they have not committed any crime."

"Indeed, you are right."

"Come on, everyone! We still have to get out of this circle."

Raphael walked back to the front of the line. The relaxed look he had when he came was gone, and what remained was only cautiousness and snail-like pace.

After returning to the place where the bag was buried and fastening the backpack fixing rings, the four people took the supplies they had left behind and walked towards the southeast.

After walking about 12 kilometers, they saw two burned 105mm Stryker tanks.

After passing these things, they saw a huge building in front of them. There was a large open space here, like a factory.

In the distance, a tall chimney stood among the ruins in the morning light, looking like a threatening finger pointing to the sky.

This is a stone structure, with pieces of cut stones laid together, and the hand-hewn surface looks very rough.

The steps at the main entrance are paved with marble, probably to prevent people from falling, so there is no treatment either.

Because no one has visited it for a long time and no one has provided maintenance, many places on the ground have grown clear green grass.

Inside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, chairs were stacked together, which contrasted with the empty hall and made it look particularly deserted.

Raphael pried open the door lock and pushed open the glass door and asked, "Want to stay here for the night?"

"Okay." Asuka weighed her assault rifle, "I only have 2 to 4 rounds left in each magazine now. If I don't restock, I won't be able to continue fighting."

"Everyone, spread out and take turns to cover each other as they pass through." Raphael ordered in a low voice.

The road leading to the building was littered with explosion marks and piles of rubble. The thunderous explosions in the distance gave me goosebumps.

The group moved forward along a zigzag route, overcoming rocks and running out of food. Occasionally, the unevenness of the ground made it quite difficult for the women to walk.

Fortunately, the journey through the highway was smooth, and there were no malicious attacks from the sky.

Whether underwater or in the sky, they are all villains.

I don't know when it started to rain outside. It seems that the weather in Europe is so changeable nowadays.

The raindrops fell on the ground, which looked gray due to insufficient light. At this time, it did not look beautiful at all, and the splashing water was full of dirt.

At such times, the objects being sung by the poet become dirtier and dirtier, to the point that they no longer seem beautiful, but instead feel dirty and muddy.

Raphael licked his lips and took a deep breath before pushing open the door to the building.

There is a huge floor-to-ceiling window embedded in the wall inside, but unfortunately the sky is particularly gloomy today, and the light in the room becomes dimmer as you move forward.

After entering the room, they automatically divided into two groups to check the rooms inside the building and find out the situation inside the building.

Each time they determined a room was safe, they activated a low-brightness, long-lasting light stick.

As long as there are glow sticks in the room, it can be confirmed to be safe.

If some doors cannot be opened, a small device can be installed under the door to prevent it from opening.

"All Clear, completely cleared." Lingyin said with relief.

"It's time to rest." said Asuka

"I'll take the first shift."

Chapter 54: Endure

A suburban villa somewhere in Maryland.

"It's been nine hours of observation." A general said to Giles Ingersoll almost in an accusatory tone.

Stupid stuff

Giles bent over the surveillance screen for a few minutes and found Edward Owen lying down, tossing and turning restlessly, trying to make himself sleep.

But the result was in vain.

Then he developed nausea and diarrhea—the effects of the excessive caffeine intake that kept him awake.

Then he got up and began to pace around the villa.

He had been pacing back and forth like this for the past few hours, thinking that if he got tired of walking, he might be able to get some sleep.

His body needed sleep, but for some reason he couldn't get it.

Owen remembered the results of his last comprehensive physical examination. He suffered from heart disease and high blood pressure. Several days of suffering like this did not detonate the bomb in his body and put an end to it.

"We'll go see him in twenty minutes."

Major General Giles looked at his men, then looked back at the general and found it funny.

It's just the simplest sleep torture, nothing fatal.

It is obvious that the elderly have poor sleep quality and short sleep time.

For example, physiologically, the decline in hormone secretion affects people's sleep time, which in turn shortens their sleep time. Psychologically, people overthink family affairs, which leads to feelings of anxiety, loss, and emptiness.

He just asked someone to provide some functional drinks with a slightly higher caffeine concentration.

Except for the restrictions on his personal freedom and the fact that interrogation experts would come to talk to him at any time, all the treatment given to General Edward Irving remained the same.

In terms of physical health, Giles kindly equipped a rescue team headed by two emergency medicine experts, and an expert in geriatric chronic diseases was on standby to monitor Owen's physiological data.

Besides, Giles had only slept for seven hours.

In the past two hours, he first checked whether the orders he issued before going to bed had been fully executed.

He also took time to bathe and shave, and an orderly brought him a new uniform from the laundry while another polished his shoes.

After enjoying his breakfast elegantly, he drank an extra cup of coffee sent from the senior officers' mess.

Giles ignored the looks from the interrogation team and didn't even bother to give them a sly smile to show that he knew what he was doing.

If they still don't understand, then let them be.

The way to pry open his mouth is not by torture, but by breaking down his psychological defenses.

After finishing breakfast, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and walked towards the interrogation room.

Unlike most people's impressions of interrogation rooms, this interrogation room was set up in the study of the villa, giving the old general a warm feeling as if he was chatting at home.

It was a piece of shit, but he had to arrange it that way.

It's all about identity. Although everyone is a member of the military, within this system, officers and soldiers on the regular line have differences in identity and status, and a chain of contempt also exists. But at the bottom of this chain of contempt are the agents who turn their blades inward.

There are classic tape recorders, standard digital audio records, cameras in the four corners of the study, as well as eavesdropping devices and surveillance cameras on surrounding bookcases and invisible corners.

The cameras that were placed openly were actually of little use, and at most were used to record Edward Irving's speeches.

What really works are the eavesdropping devices and hidden cameras. The images and sounds they capture will be transmitted in real time to the bedroom separated by a wall, allowing the next room to observe and record the subject of interrogation.

Giles pushed open the door and walked into the study, sitting behind the bare interrogation table, waiting for General Edward Irving to come in.

He flipped through the file and put it aside when Edward Irving came in.

Giles began to build up his emotions, which would be helpful in the interrogation that was to follow.

Additionally, he noticed that Irving looked reasonably strong for a middle-aged man his age, but gaunt.

This was because they had put caffeine in his last meal.

Owen seems strong on the surface, but he loses his temper easily and cannot stand provocation.

Lack of sleep can lead to decreased control, irritability and anger, and a serious decrease in patience and concentration.

This would be a fatal turn for Irving, who has poor emotional control.

He seems very irritable now, whereas he used to be very calm.

"Good morning, Owen," Giles said, barely looking up.

"To you, I am General Irving. Tell me, when will this game end?"

"You are not in prison now because we still recognize you as a general. In addition, I need to remind you that I was also promoted to a general after the president signed an order."

Giles said calmly:

"So, put away your condescending and bossy attitude. Games? This is not a joke between children. If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price."

"You were the ones who put the key into Margaret's hand."

"..."

Maybe he believed it was true, Giles thought to himself.

Edward Irving had repeatedly repeated how the Counterintelligence agent had put the key in his secretary's pocket.

This is not surprising.

If a lie cannot fool yourself, it will be difficult to fool others.

"When did you decide to betray us?" Giles asked.

"You were the ones who put the key into Margaret's hand."

As always, Irving trapped his thoughts in an endless loop, and through constant self-suggestion, he achieved strong resistance to external stimuli.

"General Owen, you must know that you were arrested in a car carrying a spy. At that time, the spy lady had a key in her arms.

That key opens a locker at a train station, and those hard drives contain top-secret intelligence about our defense research facilities, androids, and artificial intelligence.

You have been providing this intelligence to the Russians for years. This is an irrefutable fact, and I am just reminding you not to forget it. "

Giles patiently said, "I have a special question I want to know. How long have you been doing this?"

"You were the ones who put the key into Margaret's hand."

"Think about your two sons, think about your grandchildren."

Giles was not angry. He took out two developed photos from his pocket and slowly pushed them in front of Owen: "Think about them for a moment, okay?"

"Go Fuck Yourself! You are asshole!" Irving suddenly said rudely.

Giles noticed a twitch in the corner of his eye.

"I have received the Medal of Honor twice. When you were still messing around in middle school, I was already fighting for my country at the risk of my life. How dare you, a mole in the stinking ditch, slander me with something like this?"

After he finished speaking, he resumed his endless loop of thoughts, and kept repeating:

"You were the ones who put the key into Margaret's hand."