"Agents, go check Frank Custer's body!"

Rollins returned to his senses and spoke up immediately.

The agent's puzzled voice came from the communicator: "Sir, no one can escape from such a large area of firepower."

"I'll tell you to hurry up!"

Rawlings turned off the communicator.

Knock on the table to vent the anger that comes from panic.

He may not be mistaken.

......

Above the fog.

Li De and Frank Custer suddenly appeared.

"Me?"

Frank Custer's expression was confused, and he turned his head to look around: "Is this true?" Incredible. "

Before the fire covers.

They heard the sound of bazooka launches.

Li De directly pulled him out from behind the dirt slope, and then in a blink of an eye, he was above the fog?

"I came to you to inform you that your life is in danger in the future, you can be above the fog of fantasy, and vodka will pull you into the fog to avoid the crisis."

Li De let go of the hand that grabbed Frank Custer's clothes: "Now it seems that you have used it once before the others."

Frank Custer looked stunned and returned to his senses.

Feeling guilty.

Once was fine.

If he does it twice or three times, how should he pay it back?

"Thank you Bourbon."

Frank Custer thanked him, grinning as his wound hurt: "I'll find a way to repay the winery."

Li De nodded.

Nor can you save people in vain.

It is best to pay back.

It doesn't matter if you can't pay it back, as long as Frank Custer remembers these things, then Li De will have a day to make Frank Custer pay it back sooner or later.

"Send you back to your secret base, and recuperate your injuries when you go back."

Li De spoke.

Frank Custer just wanted to say something.

Next second.

A familiar feeling of dizziness descended on the body.

In the blink of an eye.

Frank Custer has found himself out of the fog while surrounding the facilities as he returns to his secret base?!

"Incredible."

Frank Custer muttered, returning to his senses and holding the headset: "Can the chip receive my voice now?"

"Thank goodness Frank, I heard you, how are you doing there?" Why is there no sound at all?

"I'm no longer on the battlefield."

Frank Custer looked at the ancestor: "I'm at home, now you need to come over with me as soon as possible and perform an operation on my own."

"You're home? Walt?

"You may not believe it, but Bourbon suddenly appeared and saved me, and sent me home through the fog."

"Am I special? I'll be there right away, it's unimaginable. "

......

Villa in the far outskirts.

Rollins paced back and forth in the living room, and at this moment he really understood what it meant to live like a year.

Afraid.

Fearing that Frank Custer will suddenly appear one day and blind him in the other eye with a firearm again.

Even reap his life.

"Sir."

The voice of the agent came from the communicator.

Rollins came to the table in two steps and picked up the communicator: "How is the situation, agent?" Did Frank Custer's body be found?

"No sir, there are no corpses here, I don't understand how they hid over."

"Fak!"

Rollins clenched his fists: "Give me a good look around." "

Say so.

Rollins knew it in his heart.

Do so.

Most of the time it is useless.

The mysterious man who suddenly appeared, entered the encirclement, and suddenly disappeared with Frank Custer was most likely a mutant.

Or a mutant who can teleport people.

Say it.

Rollins froze in place for two seconds, and quickly distributed the battle footage recorded by today's unmanned aerial vehicle to CIB's mailbox.

Subsequently.

Rollins pulled out a pistol from under the table and strode out the door.

There is no longer a place to stay.

Leave it for one more second.

The risk is one point greater.

That mutant may come back with Frank Custer at any time, if he really waits for the mutant to kill back, he can't run away if he wants to.

As he walked out, Rollins pulled out his cell phone and dialed a mysterious number.

"General Stryker, I'm CIB Agent Rawlings, and we met once."

The person on the other end of the line recalled.

It took a few tens of seconds before he asked.

"What's wrong, Mr. Rollins? Is there something to find me?

"I found a mutant, a mutant who can teleport, very scary and troublesome! I heard that General Stryker's Plan X is being studied, and I think this mutant will have a great effect on Plan X.

Rollins said as he got into the car and got ready to run.

Close the car door tightly.

Fasten your seat belts.

The voice on the other end of the phone was a little excited.

"Mutants? Or will it teleport? Kind of interesting, so Mr. Rollins caught him now? Ready to give it to me? "

Nope."

Rollins shook his head and fixed his gaze in the rearview mirror.

In the rearview mirror.

On the back seat of the car, Li De squeezed out an ugly smile and beckoned: "Are you talking about me?" "

Nope."

Rollins shook his head with a horrified expression.

Without saying a word.

Raise your hand to unbuckle your seat belt and reach out to start fishing for the doorknob.

This mutant.

When was it hidden in his car?! Damn, can't escape.

"Bang."

A gunshot rang out.

The yellow-orange-orange bullet pierced Rollins' temple, and Rollins' body lay motionless on the steering wheel.

"Me? Rollins, what the hell are you doing? Hello? Rollins, are you still there?

Stryker's puzzled inquiry came over the phone.

Li De arched up and took the phone in his hand.

"Rollins is dead."

"Who are you? That mutant? It seems that Rollins is careless, run mutant, I will find you and arrest you. "

That's really fun."

Li De showed a smile: "Since you want to find me so much, then come and find it, I am waiting for you in the winery." "

Hang up.

Li De suddenly disappeared into the car.

Half an hour later.

A group of soldiers rushed to the villa in the far suburbs and blocked the place, and the gray-haired old man asked twice and nodded.

Then he went straight to the car where Rollins died.

"General, we have already looked for the monitoring equipment in Rawlings' house, and we have found many traces of mutants."

"Is it a mutant who travels through space?"

The old man asked, and said, "Check the winery." The

soldier looked dazed: "General, do you want to drink?" "

Drinking? How did you become my personal bodyguard with your IQ? The winery may be a codename, maybe an organization, maybe an address, how is it associated with drinking? Is it time to drink?

Stryker's face was furious.

The soldier nodded ashamedly.

A few seconds later.

A soldier handed over the tablet.

"This is the information we transferred from the Big Apple City Capture Bureau, which mentions the winery many times, maybe you can take a look."

"The winery ... Actually an organization? That's not good news. "

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