Building a Salvation Organization from Scratch

Chapter 63 Looking Back

Gourmet's words fell silent in the cabin.

Russell, John, and Martha all watched in shock at the boy who wished to return to hell.

No, at this moment, it should be called a man.

Only Romero frowned, stared at Gourme seriously and said, "You are a smart boy."

"You should be able to see that we are going to go to the lair to kill, right?"

His words are straightforward.

But Gourmet was not cowardly.

"Therefore."

"I wanted to escape countless times, and I wanted to destroy this place with my own hands countless times."

"The tragedy of that night has been played back in my dreams countless times."

"Please let me be together, even if it means making me a bait."

The more Gurme spoke, the more determined his eyes became, and the light shining in his eyes was enough to make anyone look sideways at him.

The others were silent when they heard the words.

Only Romero squinted his eyes.

Needless to say, he loves this kid.

Or it should be said that he admired this child very much.

But even so, he will not easily make the decision to take Gourmey together.

It was brought here because the injuries in his body were already serious, and only Martha's treatment with spiritual power would be effective.

It was impossible to move on with him.

Thinking of this, Romero looked at Captain Russell, who shook his head silently.

Obviously, Russell's decision was not to take him.

Just as Romero was about to reject the little boy, bells echoed outside the cabin.

Everyone's eyes instantly became serious.

It was Romero's security trap, which they used often when they were out stationed.

Now that the warning trap is triggered, it means that there are people around.

Almost without any hesitation, they all entered the fighting state.

In Guermei's field of vision, the four people in front of them suddenly became vigilant.

Then Russell's walking stick, Romero's sunglasses, Martha's necklace, John's ring.

It all melted into a pool of white liquid in an instant, and then spread to cover every corner of the four people's bodies.

In an instant, the four of them finished changing clothes.

On the tight battle suit with a white background, there are circles of golden patterns that are not fancy.The overall look is sharp and angular, full of a metallic texture.

Strange sun pattern engraved on everyone's chest.

Gulme opened his mouth wide, but found that he was too surprised to say anything.

This this……

what is this? !
Did he walk into a movie set?

Gurme suddenly found that everything in front of him seemed to be beyond his comprehension.

Before he could continue to be surprised, the four veterans had already made their next move.

There was hardly any communication, Russell, Romero, and John tacitly smashed the wall of the hut and rushed outside.

The drifting wind and snow rushed into the dilapidated house.

The burning bonfire became swaying in an instant, as if it would be crushed by the engulfing wind and snow in the next second.

Feeling the painful snowflakes on his face, before Gulme could react, he was hugged by Martha who hadn't left yet.

Then, the scenery in front of him began to reverse rapidly.

Martha hugged him and plunged into the snowstorm.

In this weather, the wind and snow like knives were all melted by a rising heat when they came to him.

Gulme didn't break free, he understood that Martha's power to smash the walls of the wooden house at will was not something he, an ordinary 12-year-old child, could contend with.

He just wanted to try to see clearly what happened to the three people who had rushed into the wind and snow before.

But the flickering bonfire, whose light pierced the night, vanished as the battered log cabin collapsed in the snow.

On this snowy night, Guermei completely lost all vision, only the afterimages of trees retreating rapidly on both sides.

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In the fluffy snow.

A group of people in heavy overcoats walked forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Under the night, the boundless wind and snow covered their footprints, as if no one had ever passed by.

In such an environment, even the absolute elite may accidentally encounter some kind of subtle trap without noticing it.

"I heard that the higher-ups got a good batch of goods from Southeast Asia this time."

"I really want to see if there are any tender ones."

Chattering echoed through the ranks.

However, the leading squad leader immediately interrupted in the team communication channel: "Shut up, we will talk about this when we go back after our patrol."

"Aren't the countries in the nearby Nordic Roba acquiescing to our existence?"

"Occasionally a few goods escaped and went to the police. We can use our relationship to suppress them, and then bring them back for a good baptism."

"Is there any need for patrolling?"

Said one member of the team.

Obviously, he was dissatisfied with the patrol mission on this particularly snowy night.

"An order is an order."

The squad leader stopped and cast a dissatisfied glance at the complaining team members behind him.

"Hehe, what kind of bullshit order?!"

"Who would lurk near us in such a snowy day?"

The team members obviously didn't care much about the squad leader's glaring at him just now.

Everyone is a desperado who licks blood on the edge of a knife. Orders are nothing but farts. Only this small team leader is a mercenary hired with a high salary, and he still cares about the so-called tasks given by his superiors.

"Humph."

The squad leader snorted coldly and stopped talking, and continued to advance against the wind and snow ahead.

The team member who had been complaining sneered when he saw this: "Those people above must be picking new goods, they are comfortable, I..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

The team leader, who was walking ahead without looking back, raised his eyebrows, a little surprised by the quiet voice of the team.

But before he took two steps, he couldn't help but pause, and his raised steps were suspended in the air.

wrong!

They didn't keep the radio silent, even if they didn't speak, they should still be able to hear the sound of breathing from the microphone, right? !

Cold sweat flowed out instantly, and then was absorbed by the tightly wrapped heavy clothes.

The captain turned his head anxiously.

Even wearing goggles, the dense trees and howling wind and snow still have a great impact on the field of vision.

But no matter how great the influence is, it is impossible for him to lose sight of his teammates who are right behind him.

What about his three outlaw teammates? !

Even if something happens, there should be a squeak on the radio communication channel, right?

The squad leader swallowed.

Wherever you look, all you see is the vast snowstorm and darkness.

In the vast snowy mountain forest, the team leader stood there alone.

An unspeakable fear welled up in my heart.

Suddenly, there was a slight breathing sound on the silent communication channel, and a stranger's voice: "Look back."

The squad leader suppressed the trembling and turned his head.

But what I saw was still the boundless night, the dense trees, and the whistling snow.

As soon as he let go of the breath, a sharp pain came from his chest.

Looking down, there is a hand passing through the chest.

Holding his burning heart that was still beating.

(End of this chapter)