My Girls Are All Biochemical Monsters, What Should I Do?

Looking at the young man who called himself "Pierce" in front of him, Chris always felt that he seemed to have seen him somewhere, but he just couldn't remember. After a while, he waved his hand lightly and said, "Sorry, I haven't heard of him."

Frowning slightly, Pierce didn't pay attention to what Chris said. He quickly took out the phone from his pocket, opened the lock screen, called up the picture, and then held it in front of Chris and said, "What about this? Have you heard of this? "

Somewhat impatiently, he looked towards the screen of the mobile phone in Pierce's hand, and saw that the picture on the screen showed a rather prosperous metropolis, but at this moment, the whole city seemed to be engulfed in a sea of ​​flames. It was red, and the fire soared into the sky, accompanied by billowing smoke, reaching the sky shrouded in darkness.

"What's that?" Looking at the pictures on the phone, Chris always felt a little uncomfortable, so he said subconsciously: "I think what they need is not me, but firefighters."

"You really don't remember anything?" Pierce frowned as he flicked through the pictures on his phone one by one, and revealed the answer for Chris: "Bioterrorism!"

"Biochemistry..." whispering Pierce's words, a light suddenly flashed in Chris's mind. It seemed to be a figure, stretching his hand towards him like a walking dead, but he couldn't see it clearly. Immediately afterwards, scenes It began to flash back in my mind, in the darkness, one hand reaching out to me, one whispering like hell whispers, and that deformed body, frantic roar, more and more lights like magic lanterns The fragments kept flashing back in Chris's mind, and as the fragments of the memory were tried to piece together, a severe headache swept over. muffled.

"You can't escape your past, Chris..." Seeing that Chris seemed to remember something, Pierce said with a serious expression, "No matter where you go, no matter what you do."

"Who the hell are you?" His heart began to become more and more restless. Chris felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what the problem was, and shook his head gently. He subconsciously stepped back, tightening his back. Sticking to the back of the chair, at the same time he said in a panic: "What the hell is going on?!"

"Okay..." On the other side, seeing Chris looking like he wanted to escape from reality, Pierce moved his phone again, opened a file, and handed it to Chris, frowning at the same time: "You If you don’t know me, do you remember them?”

Seeing that Chris' eyes were a little erratic, Pierce frowned and said, "Look!"

As if he didn't hear Pierce's words, Chris looked away, brows full of anxiety, this action completely aroused Pierce's anger, he stood up abruptly, slapped the table in front of him fiercely, and took a step forward He put the phone screen directly to Chris's face, and roared at the same time: "I tell you to watch!"

Under Pierce's urging, Chris finally turned his head reluctantly, only to see Pierce yelling at Chris while clutching the phone in his hand, "These were once your subordinates! You fought by your side! People who sacrificed their lives! For their sake! How can you forget?! Chris! If you just walk away, they will all die for nothing!"

"Enough!" The dim light kept flashing back in his mind, and the headache kept irritating Chris. Finally, Chris couldn't bear it anymore. He pushed Pierce's cell phone away, and at the same time said loudly: "What are you doing?" What am I looking at?! They are all wearing helmets and masks! How can I recognize who is who?! And I have no idea what you are talking about, I even suspect that you have found the wrong person!"

He took out a black epaulet with a silver wolf head logo from his pocket, and slapped it on the table fiercely. Chris tapped the epaulette with his fingers and said anxiously: "After retiring from the Air Force of country A, the past ten I have been in this city for a few years, until [-] years ago, I started working for a local business here, if you want to hire me, then you should not come to me, you should go to our company, go to our company The boss follows the formal process! Go sign the contract! Instead of yelling at me here!"

"Damn it! Chris! Have you really become a mercenary?!" Looking at the epaulettes on the table, Pierce's eyes darkened with anger. He softened, leaned on the back of the chair, lifted He cursed in a low voice: "Damn it! I worked so hard to find you for half a year, but I found a mercenary!"

Seeing that Pierce still didn't give up, Chris's mood stabilized a little. He opened his hand, pointed at the other customers in the store, and said to Pierce at the same time: "Young man, I suggest you go to see a doctor. I suspect that you have delusional disorder. People who have lived in Loples longer know me, and they all know that what I say is the truth. Some of these people are even old friends of more than ten years. If you don’t believe me, you can ask them.. .”

With that said, Chris turned his head and looked at the other customers in the store, and then he froze.

Except for a few unfamiliar faces from outside, those bastards who can still get a few words with Chris all looked at Chris with weird eyes, and their expressions were a little complicated. This kind of complexity made Chris Reese couldn't read, so he panicked. He looked around as if asking for help, hoping that these guys could stand up and say something, but he stared at people or covered his mouth and looked away, or turned his head directly.

Suddenly, Chris panicked even more. He turned his head and focused his last hope on the restaurant owner behind the counter. He whispered as if asking for help: "Turanduo, tell him who I am!"

"Sorry, I can't..." Shaking his head slightly, the restaurant owner Durando gave his own answer. He threw away the rag in his hand, raised his finger and pointed at the depressed young man opposite Chris and said, "The answer you want, In his hand."

"What... what do you mean?" Chris asked, shaking his head slightly, his eyes dull.

"To be honest, it's a bit complicated to explain, and I don't really understand the cause and effect..." Durando scratched his head, a little guilty: "Speaking of which, Li once explained that at the end of June, if someone wants to Just take you away, just follow them, and say that there are some things that you can only understand when you go."

Seeing Durando's ambiguous words, Chris suddenly understood something. He turned his head again and looked at the young man in front of him. He saw a friendly but unfamiliar mark printed on the shoulder of the young man's jacket.

"BSAA..." Chris murmured softly.

"That's right, this is your home..." Pierce turned around, his face and tone softened, and he said softly to Chris, "Everyone is waiting for you to go back."

"Everyone?" Hearing Pierce's words, there was a hint of doubt between Chris's brows. Pierce turned sideways when he saw this, and nodded slightly to the surroundings. Standing up at the dining table, one by one, they approached Chris and Pierce. Their expressions were either solemn or relieved, all focused on Chris.

Seeing the unfamiliar faces around him, Chris was stunned. In front of him, Pierce said to Chris in a deep voice: "No matter what happens today, we will take you back to the team..."

"team leader."

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Two more.

Chapter 3. Chaos will rise beyond the macho

On June 2013, 6, Lanxiang.

Accompanied by a loud "boom", the fireball rose into the sky and spread around with billowing thick smoke. The impact brought by the explosion instantly shattered the windows of several surrounding buildings. Immediately afterwards, residential buildings began to explode. It collapsed little by little in the flames, like melted butter.

"An explosion occurred in a residential building in Longwan District! The third team rushed to put out the fire!"

"The fire on our side is not extinguished (the fire on our side is not extinguished)!"

In the face of two continuous explosions and fires, the firefighting force in Lanxiang City began to be stretched. Just as the captain was frowning, a police car drove over from behind, and a police officer rushed out of the police car , against the scorching heat ahead, said: "There is talk from above! The firefighters can evacuate!"

"Fly (what joke)?!" The firefighter heard the words, staring and angrily said: "The fire is still under control (the fire is not under control)! We can evacuate at some point (how can we evacuate) ?! There are so many people stuck here (there are still so many people trapped here)!"

"Leave it to us (give it to us)!" The policeman frowned and said loudly: "We will take the people out (we will take the people out)!"

"Without us, you can save people from the fire (without us, you can save people from the fire)?!" The fireman asked loudly.

Hearing the words, the policeman was at a loss for words, and on the other side, the firefighter turned his head and roared with the walkie-talkie. Finally, he frowned and cursed in a low voice: "Lanxiang's officials are full of shit (Lanxiang's officials Is the brain full of shit)?!"

In fact, the police officers and firefighters at this time had the same doubts. No one knew why things suddenly became like this. The prosperous oriental metropolis in the past was destroyed by raging fire and thick smoke in just a few hours. Shrouded, the entire city center has almost been completely blocked. Right now, a large number of police officers are still stranded in the warning area, trying to evacuate the panicked people as much as possible.

At present, the official news is that Lanxiang City has suffered a serious biochemical terrorist attack!A number of United Nations staff members were hijacked. At the same time, a large number of terrorists were indiscriminately destroying Lanxiang City. The vanguard of the BSAA has entered Lanxiang and is fighting against the terrorists. The headquarters of the BSAA is also Running at high speed, I want to quickly come up with a reasonable hostage rescue plan.

In short, the situation has become extremely chaotic.

Even though the city center has fallen into extreme panic and chaos, certain neighborhoods are exceptionally quiet. On the roof of a certain hotel building, there are heavily armed soldiers in black combat uniforms holding HK-416 in their hands. They were waiting silently, with rope hook guns hanging around their waists, standing on the edge of the building, looking ready to go. In their uniform team, a man dressed in a completely different style looked particularly conspicuous.

It was a slender Caucasian male, who looked about thirty years old. He had red hair, blue eyes, and a handsome face like a plaster cast. He was wrapped in a black leather jacket, and a bulletproof jacket was worn outside the leather jacket. He was holding a HK-416 in his hand, and an alloy long knife with a black Umbrella logo on his waist. At this moment, he was silently lowering his head, looking at the golden and emerald area next to the restaurant, which is quite old-fashioned. , but it appears nondescript buildings.

The man's name is Satarando Michel, executive officer of the executive department under the Black Umbrella United Council, Sequence 8.

In addition, he has another identity, that is, the heir of the Michel Consortium, a large capital consortium in country A, the young master of the Michel family, and the only son of Alban Michel, a member of the Black Umbrella Joint Committee , In a sense, Michelle is an out-and-out princeling.

Having said that, Michelle was not reconciled to living under the protection of his father. He joined the executive department despite his father's dissuasion. Starting from the bottom of the executive department, he continued to accumulate experience and achievements. He made a strict training and learning plan for himself. In just a few years, he climbed from the bottom of the executive department to the top of the executive department, becoming an executive who can act on behalf of the joint committee.

Michel firmly believes that as long as he works hard, he will be able to obtain achievements that match his hard work. From the current point of view, it seems that he has indeed successfully proved himself.

"Hey, son, can you hear it?!" Suddenly, a harsh sound came from Michelle's communicator. Michelle was slightly startled, and then showed a flash of disgust. Pressing the communicator next to his ear, he said in that magnetic voice, "I can hear you, Turado."