【Fire Burial】Resonance

Chapter 9

*

The machine at the waist beeps twice.Texas picks up the comm.

"Texas Online," she said. "What's going on?"

"It's the same, there's nothing here. How about your side?"

"I'm still searching." Texas turned around a collapsed wall. "West. You can join me."

"..."

Texas frowned. "Flame operator?"

"Texas?"

"can you hear me?"

"……what happened?"

"Hey?"

Yanke clicked his tongue over there.Didi.Texas only had time to recognize that it was the beep of channel switching, and the other end of the communicator lost the sound.

Texas looked down in thought.A faint light from the screen illuminates the tip of her nose.

There was a soft crackling sound from five meters away.The Lupers took their fingers away from the place where Yanker's name was displayed, and dialed the internal line of Rhodes Island.

"Check the coordinates of Yanke." Dexus pinned the communicator to his collar, took out another sword from his uniform, and said concisely, "I'm in some trouble."

Texas hung up the call and pointed the lightsaber forward.

"come out."

Mephisto was restrained, immobile, with his back facing the enemy.

Under his pressure, the soldiers of Rhodes Island clearly lost all resistance. They rolled and twitched on the ground, showing all kinds of ridiculous ugliness, but when he stepped forward, they ruthlessly pulled out their blades.The blood-stained hand grabbed the handle of the knife and almost stabbed him in the chest.Mephisto was terrified, and his anger quickly spread out, "Faust!"

"What are you calling him for?" Yanke said.His fingernails were about to separate from the flesh, and he relied on the pain of his fingers to resist the interference of the guide.The jaw touched the cold iron, the shame made Mephisto gnash his teeth, and the mercenary even showed a lazy and easy smile, "Want to try which is faster, his crossbow or my knife?"

"You're going to kill me?" Mephisto angrily said, "Then do it quickly."

"I hear you want to die an honorable death." The blood lubricates his palms, making it difficult for him to hold the weapon firmly.Yanke tightened his fingers, "But I'm not interested."

"What do you want to do?"

"Let's discuss it." Yan Ke suppressed the blood from his throat.

Now he can probably be sure that Mephisto is ignorant of his role as a guide, so the mental suppression is not stable, otherwise Yanke's dire situation at the moment will be seen through, and he can't help but drag his body to bluff ——But it doesn't mean that the snake can't see through him, the opponent's arrow is indeed fast, and he can't resist it now.Instead of pulling on the unstable safety catch and waiting for yourself to be caught and killed with an arrow, it is better to delay as long as possible and wait for reinforcements.Yanke looked into Faust's cold eyes, and said calmly, "Let me go, how about it?"

Mephisto fell silent for a moment, laughing muffled.

"Would you like to play hide and seek with me, mercenary?"

Under the atrocities of the integration movement, Qiecheng was reduced to ruins. The buildings collapsed and the pillars lay horizontally, providing many excellent cover points.Faust set up crossbow towers everywhere, and each temporary stronghold could not stay for long.Panting for breath, Yan Ke wrapped a tourniquet around himself, so as not to expose Chi Hong's whereabouts.The bowstring was tense in the dark, and Yanke quickly lay down on his stomach, dodging an attack.

This bunker is also unusable.He quickly knotted the front end of his hand, leaned over and sneaked to the window, amplifying his five senses.Cold, tearing, Mephisto's sickening psychic force overwhelmed his senses.He was dizzy with pain, his vision blurred by sweat.Yan Ke brushed his wet forehead hair, and confirmed the next hiding point.

Yan Ke is not afraid of death, but now he has a reason not to die immediately.The sentry calculated the route and moved cautiously towards the edge of the city.

"Here you are, mercenary." Mephisto's voice seemed to be overhead. "You made a mistake. Hide-and-seek is my specialty."

Bluff, Mephisto's usual tactic.Yanke said to himself.He was pale and tried to focus his eyes.Wait a little longer, wait for him to go a little further——

"There's a lot of windows here. The south facing windows are best, you should move over there and look down—yes. Now, see that signpost? I killed seventy Ursus there. Mephisto laughed happily, chatting about an atrocity, "Flaying. Heading. Cutting in half. Let them witness the horror of the first few hapless ones, order them to kill each other, compete for the winner, and cut off the survivors. The throat of the dead—you will be amazed. The inferiority of man in the face of death is always beyond imagination."

Yanke wasn't listening to his aesthetics of violence.He leaned against the window facing south, his eyes fixed on the opposite side of the street.

As Mephisto said, there really was a street sign there.Mephisto found him.Yanke tried his best to calm his breathing, he may not have confirmed the specific floor, but it won't take long.

"W that stray dog ​​is very nice to you. Coincidentally, I happen to hate her." Yan Ke heard the footsteps of two people.Mephisto continued his speech unhurriedly, "I will manipulate you into joining my herd, and then bring you before that Sarkaz woman."

"I'm looking forward to it, what expression will she have?"

The hunter, who has the chance to win, can't wait.

A guide's malice is vitriol to a sentinel.Yan Ke clenched his teeth, and the wound on his finger began to bleed again.

"Then—" Mephisto's eyes glowed with a faint green light, "Which ant hole did you hide in, you bug?"

The scepter sounded firmly on the ground.Yanke hastily kicked the knife aside, buying precious half a second.While Mephisto took a step back, the mercenary rushed to the wide open window, turned over and jumped off the tall building.

The undertaker crouched down.

The little black machine was penetrated.The crossbow pierced deeply into the ground and precisely destroyed its positioning system.It took Rhode Island a while to get its bearings, but the coordinates hadn't changed for two hours.

The blood stains left by scratching the ground next to the communicator contained black powder.

"Is this Mr. Yanke's blood?" Mo Yao asked cautiously.

The Undertaker was still for a while, far longer than the interval between normal conversations.The disadvantages of long-term immersion in synthetic sound effects are gradually revealed, and the sensitivity of mourners to human voices is steadily decreasing.

"The probability is high."

"It's faster to spread out," said Dupin. "Two teams, let's spread out."

"...No," said the undertaker.He took off the earphones.

This link, which has always been more of a hassle than a convenience, is now the best way to find Sentinels.The natural wind came into contact with his eardrum again after a long time, and the hard metal ice pick pierced his palm.

But both Lucille and Kelsey insisted that he must be there, no matter how much he obeyed the rules, it would be more helpful than aimless searching.Serena didn't stop, and looked at him worriedly, "You have to be careful."

You have to be careful.The mourner thought, there is nothing to be careful about, if you regard this abstract thing simply as a tool, a gun, a shield...

If a weapon is to be wielded, there should be no fear that it will cut your hand.

The mourner closed his eyes, and stretched out his spiritual tentacles tentatively.

The perception surface expanded rapidly.

——Perhaps even the word "perception" is not accurate enough.The world opened its guts to him, and a large amount of information poured in like a flood.Through the frosted glass, the mourner directly saw those emotions: the worry of the last medicine, the surprise of Dubin, the calmness of Texas... The barrier built by mental power made him see everything as if he was watching the fire from the other side, and the guide saw everything through the thick fog. , inspect everything in the abandoned city.Finally he saw a star of fire, flickering and burning far away.

"Mourner?" Texas said. "You don't look well."

Sakota pressed between his eyebrows, the excessive information burdened him, and looking directly at the flames made his eyes sore.Mo Yao looked at him strangely: the mourner had clearly fallen into darkness just now.

"Found him," said the guide.

Mephisto suddenly felt as if something had slapped his brain.He hissed and gasped, covering his throbbing head.

"What did you do?" he asked warily.

"...Good question." The sentinel tugged at the corner of his mouth.His mind was broken, his pupils were blank, "I also want to know... cough cough, what else can I do."

"I don't care what tricks you're up to, it's game over." Mephistopheles didn't believe him. "I gave you a chance, mercenary."

The dust choked into the respiratory tract, and Yan Ke struggled to keep breathing amidst the coughing.

"You're badly hurt. You didn't have to suffer."

"Hypocrisy and hypocrisy are still avoided."

"But I enjoyed watching it." Mephisto coaxed, stroking his hair kindly and tenderly, "It's okay, I will cure you, my compatriot."

Yan Ke looked away in disgust.

Mephisto smiled nonchalantly.He has always been tolerant and magnanimous to those who are about to become his compatriots, as the last mercy to them.But this perfect smile lasted only three seconds.The severe pain similar to the piercing of the ears with an iron tool instantly occupied his nerves, and Mephisto covered his ears and shouted, "Faust! Faust!"

"I didn't find the hidden weapon." Faust took his hand away to check whether he was injured, "don't move."

Mephisto relaxed his arm obediently, and soon the new torment pounded his temple.He curled up in pain, trembling all over, "Who?!—Who is it?!"

"...no one." Faust was confused, "what's wrong with you?"

Mephisto couldn't explain it to his partner.The agony that had nearly killed him the first few times turned out to be just an appetizer.After the sniper loaded the bullets, the muzzle turned and the bullets rained down.Mephisto felt that dense blood holes had been punched out of his whole body, and his spirit was bitten, torn, and dug.That tyrannical power is like winter.Cold, tough, and the wind is sweeping.The pain was so much that he fell into a paralyzing trance.

"Who's--who's playing tricks--" Mephisto gritted out his voice, "Rhode Island's rabbits--"

A figure appeared at the end of the street.Getting closer, getting closer, so close that both Mephisto and Faust could see his black halo and metal-like crystalline wings.Sakota was carrying the suitcase, and the guardian gun was safely stored in the box, without any intention of taking it out.

The pair of boots stopped in front of Yanke's eyes.

boom.gunshots.Mephisto sat down slumped.

Faust raised the ballista.The Rhode Island sniper didn't release his weapon, he didn't know what happened, "What did you do?"

The Undertaker's inorganic blue eyes met his.Faust was taken aback, and took a few steps back in disbelief.The Crossbowman panted heavily, the cold and stinging pain from the depths of his soul oppressing him irresistibly.

"You..." He bit his lower lip tightly, "You—"

"Where is the data?"

"Let go of him first!"

The undertaker was unmoved. "Where is the data?"

Faust tries to confront him, but fails - it takes a huge effort to even get himself to talk.He bit his lower lip with blood, "Let... let him go."

"Yes." The undertaker said, "Information."

Faust took out the chip from his bag and threw it towards the opposite side.

The undertaker caught it.He glanced at Faust, and the other party's thoughts were like a book for him to read.The guide quickly confirmed that the information was true.

"Let him go." Faust murmured, covering the convulsed Mephistopheles, "let him go."

"I let go."

"Then he—"

"Aftermath pain," the undertaker said succinctly.

Faust glanced at him, carried Mephisto on his back, and glides down quickly as if leaving the roof of the dragon gate.

Yan Ke was helped up.He looked at Sakota's dull face, "You are so late."

"Sorry." The Undertaker unnecessarily accepted the accusation that didn't seem like an accusation, and looked at the mess, "It's the first time I use it, and I'm not very proficient."

"...The destructive power is impressive."

"thanks."

"You let them go?"

"They let you go, too."

Yanke laughed lowly.He was seriously injured, exhausted unbearably, and his whole body was scorching hot.Qiecheng felt a temperature of 15°C, but he exhaled white air, "I... I'll sleep for a while."

The sniper should have said to hold on for a while, at least until he returned to Rhodes Island.But the undertaker nodded and said, "Okay."

The mourner knelt beside Yanke, waiting for his teammates to arrive.The mercenary's spirit was frequently stimulated, he was in a daze, short-circuited with fever, and even reached out to hold his wrist.The mourner was caught by him unpreparedly, trembled uncontrollably, his back went limp, and his cheeks slowly turned red.

He looked up.Behind the transparent barrier, the guide saw the sentinel saying, I need you.

—he needs me.

Sand falls.The barriers are no longer strong.

The mourner closed his eyes, took two deep breaths, and removed the syringe from the cassette.The needle sank into Sarkaz's skin, and when it was pulled out, it brought out several hot rubies.Flame's hands slipped away from his skin limply.Sakota flung the empty syringe away.

The plastic rolled for two weeks and got in the way of Miss Texas.

Ruper puts on Durbin.

"The mission is complete, you can return to the team," she said, "There is a wounded person here, do we have a stretcher?"