031 Special Team?

"Head, think about it again. What's going on?" A soldier looked at Kelly, who was smoking silently in the back seat of the car, and asked, "The organization asked us to report the situation immediately!"

"I..." Kelly closed her eyes, took a deep breath of smoke, and exhaled a puff of smoke from her cherry lips. For a long time, the man's words echoed in her mind: The conditions for you to survive... Is this contrary to your so-called persistence?

Is this contrary to my so-called persistence?

Kelly flicked her cigarette butt fiercely, and her cherry lips opened gently: "I don't know, I was knocked unconscious by it... I only saw a vague corpse! When I woke up, everything on my body was gone!"

"Are you kidding, boss? Did it knock you out? Didn't... I didn't eat you?" The soldier who was reporting put down the communicator in his hand and looked at his leader for many years in surprise.

Kelly suddenly turned her head, her eyes condensed, and said in a cold voice, "You didn't hear it clearly!? Do you need me to repeat it?"

"No! No..." The soldier shivered and reported to the base again.

The team members were silent, but one of the soldiers who wiped the gun silently gave a slight pause, his eyes flashed, and then he continued to wipe the gun, as if nothing had happened.

............

"Is that so?" Daphne held a slight rush in her hands and made a gesture. She was very heroic, just like the girl who sobbed last night.

Yang Tian, who was sorting out his bags, turned his head and saw Tiffany's posture. He shook his head and said, "I haven't held a gun firmly yet. How can I take two directly?"

"But the people in my movies are like this! Very handsome!" A few stars appeared in Daphne's eyes, constantly posing in various postures.

Yang Tian lowered his head to take care of the bag again and said, "You are different from them. If they fail, they can NG and come back again, but you can't. If you fail, it means death, or become a member of the walking dead!"

"Humph..." Daphne pouted her little mouth, put away a handful of mp7, held the other in both hands, put on a standard posture, and asked, "Is that right?"

"Uh-huh... Uh-huh... It seems that I didn't teach you for nothing last night!" Yang Tian took another look at Daiphne, nodded, and continued, "When you are proficient, you can try to hold one with each hand. Of course, that's your advanced homework. This kind of MP7 is very suitable for holding a gun with one hand."

"What else did you get from her?" Daphne looked at Yang Tian, who was constantly rummaging through his backpack, and asked with interest.

"Nothing, dagger, micro-chun, how could she carry so many things in her combat form at that time? I didn't dare to take a watch or something. I was afraid there was some positioning system or something in it!" Yang Tianyi pulled the lock and carried the big bag behind him.

"And lighters and cigarettes... something that made you cough last night!" Daphne blinked her eyes playfully, and her face was full of smiles. Obviously, she thought of Yang Tian's embarrassment at that time.

Yang Tian scratched his head awkwardly. Last night, he tried to light a cigarette, but he was choked...

"Looking out of yesterday's state, I'm very happy for you! But... madam! We should go! If it's normal, we will arrive in Los Angeles in a day by car, but in today's world, no one can imagine what will happen! Maybe we will go for two days, three days, or even a week, or never get there!"

Daphne snorted and said dissatisfiedly, "You shouldn't have said such a thing!"

Daphne stepped on the motorcycle, started skillfully, turned her head and shouted, "Come on! A guy who can only ride a bicycle!"

Yang Tian was embarrassed again. There is no such skill as a motorcycle in the game, and of course, Yang Tian, who has never ridden a motorcycle, will not. He can drive a car. That was still before the time travel, during the holiday after the college entrance examination, he went to the driving school to study for certification, but... he has never come into contact with motorcycles.

Yang Tian still remembers that he and Daphne found several cars together, but they were all scrapped. Finally, they found the motorcycle. When Yang Tian was thinking about whether to give it a try, Daphne had already picked up the motorcycle that fell aside, skillfully debugged and started it.

When she learned that Yang Tian could not ride a motorcycle, Daphne's first reaction was surprise. In her impression, this omnipotent man was like a god, and the result...

And Tiffany's second reaction was to look at Yang Tian jokingly, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised. The charming curvature made Yang Tian shrug helplessly.

.........

There was a strong wind roaring in his ear. Yang Tian sat firmly, put his hands on Daphne's shoulders, and tried to keep a distance from her. Close? Yes, of course he wants to get close. Of course, such a charming girl Yang Tian wants to hold it in her arms, but... The most painful thing is that he can't help biting on Daphne's body. God knows that Daphne's human flesh and blood is the most deadly to Yang Tian**.

"Is this the right direction?" Tiffany turned her head slightly and asked loudly.

Yang Tian replied loudly, "Yes, that's the direction! But lady! Please look at the way! I don't want to be the first zombie to be killed on a motorcycle!"

"Don't worry, I know this better than sports cars!" Daphne curled her lips, and in an instant, the horsepower was full... I don't know whether she was eager to go home or eager to vent.

............

"What? That zombie's name is a puppet? A middle-aged man sat in the office in a suit and shoes, looked at the soldier standing solemnly in front of him, and asked in astonishment.

"Yes! I vaguely heard something about the conversation. The mother zombie was called a puppet by Kelly!"

The middle-aged man hurriedly took out the communicator, thought for a moment, and dialed a number...

"Hello? Who is it?" There was a lazy voice from the other end of the phone.

"Hound, did your original first group have a temporary person named Puppet?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" The hound replied lazily, "If you have something to say, say it quickly. I'm busy here!"

"Some soldiers reported that the zombie mother we encircled this time, that is, the mother zombie who defeated the snow-white zombie we had never seen before, was the puppet! It can speak, and it is very powerful!"

"What did you say?" The hound sitting on the sofa took the phone and suddenly stood up. The woman who had been kneeling in front of him was hit by this sudden attack. Her hands hurriedly wrapped around the hound's waist, and her head shrugged harder.

"Yes... The soldier also heard some conversations. Come here and share this matter with you? It has entered your management scope, which can't be handled by ordinary mercenaries!"

"Ah...ah..." The hound moaned for no reason. After just a few seconds, he opened his mouth again, with a trace of excitement in his tone: "Haha, buddy, I happen to have two boxes of wine sent by a friend who is about to send it to you. Just in time, I'll be there in a minute!"

"Ha ha... okay!" The middle-aged man nodded, hung up the phone, and unfolded endless imagination through the small voices just now.

"The special team is finally going to be sent to the field! If it's really that puppet... getting it, it's absolutely meaningful to the organization... It's even more important to me..." The more the hound thought about it, the more excited he became. He hurriedly put on his trousers. He urgently needed to prove the true name of the news!

The beautiful woman kneeling on the ground wiped her mouth with a tissue and said, "The special team that has just succeeded in the experiment is going to be sent to the field? What's the task?"

"Baby! I'll talk to you when I come back!" The hound patted the woman's head, tidied up her clothes, and went out.

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I've seen it and collect it by the way..