Delta Operation: Big Red Objects Mutate

Even though she was afraid of Reese, as a woman herself, she still used her compositional experience to place the naked, lying Demoulins in the least conspicuous position when taking the group photo.

Click—

As the flash went off, the scene was captured by the camera.

on the screen.

Reese stood on the stage, laughing wildly, his red sunglasses shining under the lights like those of a demon from hell.

In the lower left corner of the picture, De Mourinho lies naked at Reis's feet, his gruesome abdominal wound still bleeding.

Jacob, on the second floor, was kneeling in front of the railing with his knees riddled with bullet holes.

Having done all this, Reis had achieved all his goals.

He stepped off the stage, grabbed the female reporter by the hair, and violently dragged her away.

"what--!!"

The female reporter instinctively let out a scream, but when she saw Reese turn to look at her, she immediately shut her mouth with tears in her eyes.

Only his shoulders remained, trembling silently.

"They retreated."

Reis waved to Asara's soldiers, who then lowered their guns and followed behind him.

Just when everyone was relieved that Reis had left.

Reese's loud laughter rang out from outside the Diamond Queen Hotel.

"That concludes my guest appearance at the press conference."

"I left some gifts for everyone at the Diamond Hotel."

"It'll probably explode in about a minute, hahaha."

"Everyone, keep running! To survive!"

"Hahahahahaha."

Amidst cheerful laughter, Reis drove off in his pickup truck with the terrified female reporter inside.

Inside the Diamond Queen Hotel, everyone heard what Reese said at the end.

Beep beep beep————

Moreover, they could hear dripping sounds coming from the surrounding walls and inside the room.

That sound, like the knocking of death, struck at everyone's hearts.

"ah----!!"

"The back door is locked!!"

"Get the hell out of my way!"

"Please don't push! One minute is enough time for us to leave through the main gate one by one!"

"If we keep pushing like this, nobody will be able to get out in the end!"

"Bullshit! If you want to queue, go to the back! I'm getting out of here right now!!"

In an instant, the previously polite bigwigs all tore off their disguises.

The fear on their faces disappeared when Reis was there.

Instead, he transformed into a ferocious-looking man-eating creature.

Everyone is desperately trying to squeeze through the door for their own lives.

Even if you know that if you step aside, the person next to you can go out first, and you can also get out quickly.

But instead of doing that, they chose to desperately try to squeeze out.

The one-minute explosion had already robbed them of their ability to think.

However, Demulan on the stage and Jacob on the second floor were not like these people.

At this moment, Demulan, ignoring the pain from his abdominal wound, was quickly putting on his undergarments on the stage.

She didn't even have time to put on a suit; she gritted her teeth and rushed upstairs in just her underwear.

"Demoulan!"

Jacob's roar made Demulan freeze in place.

"My leg is useless, and you're injured, so you can't take me away."

"Don't waste your energy..."

"Put your clothes on and hurry up..."

Demulan paused for a moment, then rushed towards the stairs as if he hadn't seen anything.

In just a few seconds, we arrived at the second floor.

The stairs were still splattered with blood that had flowed from her abdomen.

Ignoring Jacob's advice, Demulan grabbed Jacob's wrist and tried to carry him on his back.

"How can you be as stupid as me?!"

"Don't you know we don't have enough time?! Those people are blocking the doorway, there's no way you can carry me out!"

"Put on your clothes and get out of here! Get out of here!"

Bang bang bang—!

Jacob slammed his fist on the chair in anger.

"Ahhhhhh!!! Damn it!!!"

After a long while, Jacob let out a desperate roar.

What angered him was not Demulan, who was trying his best to take him away.

It was not so much his own naiveté, but rather his overly idealistic thinking.

After a while, Jacob seemed to have lost all his strength and became deflated.

No matter how much Demulan tried to carry him on his back, he no longer resisted.

Because he knew that with Demulan's injuries, even if he ignored him, he wouldn't have time to leave.

Her voice was filled with anger, sorrow, and self-blame, as she cried.

"Sorry…"

"I was too naive."

"I thought that by not deploying Hafk's soldiers around the press conference, we could gain some of the trust of the people of Asara."

"The right approach to these unruly peoples is... not to try to reform them..."

"Violence should be met with violence..."

"I was wrong, I did something wrong."

"I thought that if I gave my heart, they would give theirs in return."

"I…"

Seeing what Demulan had suffered, Jacob felt as if something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

All of this is inextricably linked to him.

Demulan, without uttering a sound, hoisted Jacob onto his shoulder.

With each step she took, a large amount of blood would spill from her abdomen.

Jacob let out a long, sorrowful sigh, his voice filled with apology and pleading.

"Please...please put me down...please put me down..."

"Please don't let me die in such an undignified way... okay?"

"Put on some clothes, so you can die with some dignity, okay?"

"Demoulan, my friend, I beg you."

"Can you use the remaining time to try and salvage as much dignity as possible?"

The double blow to his dignity and spirit has completely broken Jacob.

And how could Demoulins possibly feel any better?

Her feelings at this moment were beyond words.

Knowing that he could neither take Jacob away nor leave himself, Demulan placed Jacob back in his seat.

He leaned against the wall and spoke softly in a hoarse voice:

“Mr. Jacob…if we can survive…”

Upon hearing this, Jacob wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

"Use violence to control violence, use evil to control evil."

"If there really is a miracle...we really didn't die..."

"I will stop at nothing to get Rometheus to develop... a way to bring the dead back to life..."

Upon hearing this, Demoulan felt as if his heart had been stabbed with a knife.

Jacob was referring to his own daughter.

Death is a rule that no living being can resist.

If someone who is destined to die comes back to life, it can be called a miracle.

The resurrection of the dead... is almost a miracle...

Even knowing that Jacob might be trying to comfort himself before he died.

But Demoulin nodded nonetheless.

"Thank you... Mr. Jacob."

As soon as he finished speaking, Demoulan and Jacob resignedly closed their eyes.

Sizzle—Bang—!

cluster------!!!

*Snap!*

Instantly, the sound of shattering glass reached their ears.

"Time is of the essence; prepare for a surprise attack!"

Chapter 412 Hotel Explosion

At the corner of the second floor of Chang Gong Valley, Wang Yuhao's figure smashed through the glass like a dragon.

Immediately afterwards, Kay Silva, wearing an exoskeleton, grabbed the window frame.

Then, with the help of a powered exoskeleton, he leaped in as well.

Following them, David Ferrell, Mai Xiaowen, and Zoya entered one after another.

Mai Xiaowen quickly tapped the signal decoder, then spoke with a furrowed brow:

"Didn't detect the bomb's location! It's an improvised bomb!"

"It's too late to dismantle them one by one, save people first!"

Zoya's eyes first swept over the crowd on the first floor who were struggling to squeeze out.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jacob and Demouran leaning against the wall on the second floor.

Without a second's hesitation, she rushed to their side and raised her hand.

The miniature drone carrying adrenaline instantly burrowed into the two people's bodies.

Demulan, who had been half-dead, suddenly became much clearer.