Steel steam and flame

"Where is the abandoned factory?" With a certain male voice, there is an innate sense of trust.

"According to the last positioning signal sent by No. 11 a minute ago, it was determined to be the edge location there." The woman was a capable assistant. At this time, she had already picked up a map and walked slowly to the man's side. spread out in front of you. Then use a red pen to circle the approximate location. There is also a red area on the map that includes a huge factory, which is exactly where they are now.

"This is it, very close to our position. The other three times where people disappeared were generally far away from us. The enemy seems to know the general direction of our location, so they try to avoid these dangerous areas. But this time there is something wrong Same." The female assistant spoke very quickly. She raised her head and looked at the man wearing glasses in front of her. Under the glasses was a face with a warm smile and a calm expression. The man is holding a book in his hand - "The History of Steam Power". It is thicker than an adult's hand, and the words on it occupy all the blank space on the page. Only a few black and white pictures that appear from time to time can give people a brief breather from it.

Halfway through the page, the man took out a piece of paper, which was a thin sheet compressed from a bullet casing. It was made into a simple handicraft, and was used as a temporary bookmark, sandwiched between the page number he was currently reading.

"You mean, someone else did it this time?" the man asked. Looking aside, he saw only a wooden table several meters long. Various common weapons on the market are neatly placed on the table, and the bullets are arranged in square shapes, all standing up, and the sharp warheads shine brightly under the light. A man in combat uniform was using a tactical knife to mark a shallow cross on the bullet. He looks like a man, but his body is too thin compared to men. By the time the man with glasses happened to look over, the man had just finished carving a complete square array of bullets.

"My dear friend, are you going to get through this time? The first three times failed. The enemy is very smart. He knew that there was something small in our people the first time. This time he will rashly pursue us in this direction. It is very likely that Trap. I think they are gradually losing their patience. Just like you said, the longer the time goes on, the better it will be for us, but the enemy obviously doesn’t want to give us this time." The man said and stood up , put the book on the seat. The female assistant next to her picked up the portable communicator and pressed the start button.

"The first team is ready to leave at any time." The female assistant knew the character of the man at the table very well. "We only have one chance to passively activate the signal transmitter on No. 11. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the enemy has thrown it into the already set In a good trap.”

The man nodded, indicating that he understood. In the short time he spoke, he loaded all the cross-marked bullets into several magazines. He responded with a friendly smile, picked up the gun and tactical knife, and walked silently towards the other exit of this spacious space. And the first team that the female assistant mentioned was now all rushing over from the resting place. After the thin but seemingly incompatible man entered the exit, he also filed out together.

After a bunch of people had finished leaving, the man with the eyes thought for a while and then looked at the female assistant beside him.

"Botta, you are going too this time."

Female assistant Berta's eyes suddenly shone with excitement, but she also glanced doubtfully at the man with glasses next to her.

"If it is really a trap by the enemy, you can at least act as a layer of protection and bargaining chip in terms of combat power." The man explained.

After Berta picked up a simple weapon, he quickly caught up with the first team that attacked. Including Berta himself, the entire team was less than twelve people. They are all experienced warriors selected from other teams. Needless to say, they are strong, and their cooperation has been well developed in several attacks.

The journey is silent and very fast. Everyone has become accustomed to this environment a long time ago. Berta came to the front of the team and greeted the leader. But all he got was a silent look and a formulaic nod. Berta didn't care and kept moving forward with the team at his own pace.

In less than a few minutes, the team arrived at the abandoned factory. Twelve people spread out here in a tacit understanding, surrounding the location where the signal was last transmitted to No. 11 from the edge.

A minute later, the team met not far from the railroad tracks. Everyone remained silent in the lonely darkness.

"Is there any smell left?" Berta asked.

One person in the team said softly, and then everyone was silent for a few seconds.

"It's very faint, towards the nearest residential area. The smell inside the factory, as well as the night breeze, have a great impact on the remaining smell. Wait until you get to the residential area, and then passively turn on the signal transmitter, the situation may be different Much better." The man's nose was extremely sensitive. After sniffing the air a few times, he identified the smell of the medicine that was specially sprayed on No. 11 when he went out.

"Besides the smell of the factory, there is indeed the smell of other people. It is very ordinary, and there is only one enemy. But it is not of much reference. Unless you can get very close, if the enemy really brings No. 11 in In the gathering place, it will be very difficult to find the enemy by smell. There are too many other people's smells mixed there, and the smell of pharmaceutical raw materials in the chemical factory can almost cover up all the smells. I can only try my best. Yes. Speed ​​up your actions, and soon, all the smell of the medicine left on No. 11 will be blown away by the wind."

The team immediately headed towards the gathering point. Bertha was at the front of the group, following the thin man. The eyes looking forward would glance at this person from time to time, as if they were observing. Without speaking, the twelve people walked on in silence. Team members with sensitive noses would stop for a few seconds to correct their direction from time to time.

The residential gathering place came into their eyes, and the number of lighted lamps was gradually decreasing. There was a narrow river ahead, and the water flow seemed a bit fast, with intermittent sounds of water lapping against the river bank. The team members separated and passed over a small bridge not far away, heading towards the gathering place, while the remaining people were on guard in the darkness. Soon after, everyone gathered at a small seven-story building next to the gathering place.

"The night wind has blown the exhaust gas from the chemical plant nearby, and the smell has lost its effect." The person with a keen nose regretted, "The transmitter can be turned on passively. I hope this will not be another bait to attract us." Smile said these words, the first three times were like this. When they looked for investigators based on the signal source, they only saw the body of the transmitter.

Berta took out the portable communicator and contacted the man with glasses.