In 1965, the great Chinese Federation had sent people to the moon, and it was fifteen years since World War II.)

However, peace has never come, and the Cold War between the Chinese Federation and the United States is fiercely competing for the hegemony of the new world.

Behind the disputes between countries, the Light Society and the Ancient Chinese Society, these two world-class organizations have also begun to fight openly and secretly with each other.

Large-scale frontal wars have never broken out once, but the secret wars and spy battles between the two sides still covered the earth with blood.

Alaska, USA, is a state located on the east coast of the northwest Pacific Ocean in the United States. The Brooks Mountains extend almost from the coast to the Canadian border. It is a semi-arid area with polar alpine glaciers.

The environment here is extremely harsh, and even in midsummer, ice and snow can be seen everywhere.

In such a desperate situation, it was a little easier to be killed directly. On a rough mountain road, the car body was shaking violently. A young Eastern European boy looked numb and his expression was only hopeless.

The mud-stone road covered with snow was cold and wet, and the tires twisted their fat body and ran over it, and the splashed mud was constantly hitting the windshield.

This is a US military jeep. The headlights of the car shine on the continuous coniferous forests, and it is impossible to see at a glance.

As the armored jeep ran forward quickly, the similar temperate forest scenery was constantly playing in the car window. Looking at the situation, it was obvious that two people who were running away were running.

The driver was a middle-aged strong man with a sludge-bearded man. His hair had not been washed for a long time and was messy. He should have lived in the wild often because his skin was dark yellow and cracked, but his eyes were very sharp.

This is a Swedish mercenary, from North American Claw Company, and a member of the Canadian branch.

On the back seat of the jeep, the Eastern European boy with a dull look was sitting, and his lifeless face reflected from the backward mirror.

It seemed as if he had been possessed by evil spirits for a long time. Even the most basic communication ability of human beings had been lost, and he even bit his thumb uncontrollably, his face turned blue.

This is not because of malnutrition. It is a disease caused by long-term confinement that makes the body unable to contact the sun.

Hamsik was originally an Eastern European immigrant who immigrated to Canada during the Soviet era. He and his parents and a sister lived together in central Canada. Hamsik was also a basketball player in a junior high school where he was located.

Because I often participate in basketball team training, I should have a healthy wheat complexion, but now I look like a glossy green and haggard luster.

Hamsik no longer remembers how long it has passed since he was unable to participate in the school basketball team training again.

How long has he been locked up in an underground bunker somewhere in the snowy Alaska? Maybe it was a week, maybe a month, or even a year has passed.

It is no longer necessary to accurately calculate it. The long-term detention and mental torture have gradually collapsed Hamsik's young mind, and time is meaningless to him.

"The kind of life I used to be. It's impossible to go back anyway." Hamsik told himself this fact in despair. He went over and over again until his soul became numb and he could no longer feel pain.

"Ah, I really hope I'll die soon!" Hamsik kept muttering the language of a small country in Eastern Europe. If he hadn't seen him still talking occasionally, he would probably be regarded as a frozen corpse by the passing people.

"Stand by! We are not far from a safe destination!" The Swedish mercenary sitting in the front row held the steering wheel, and the middle-aged man with a poor appearance shouted. He was wearing a wrinkled coat outside the military uniform, looking very depressed.

"After passing a few kilometers and entering the mountainous area in front, you can go home!" The mercenaries hoped that such words would give this desperate boy hope.

"Lie!" Hamsik roared in his heart, "This man is lying! How could he escape the pursuit with such a broken jeep!"

At the same time, Hamsik remembered the crazy white coats, who would catch themselves like before, take off all their clothes, and after injecting a dark red chemical, he would lock himself in the glass-sealed sink again.

Hamsik is already sixteen years old. He was kidnapped from Canada two years ago and airlifted all the way to a deep mountain in Alaska, without seeing the light of day.

His life was cut in half at the age of fourteen. The first half was a happy life. Even the centralized rule of the Soviets was hundreds of times better than being locked in sinks and laboratories all day long!

Hamsik was absolutely unwilling to go back to that horrific abyss, where there was nothing but despair. Hamsik didn't know why he wanted to kidnap him, obviously not for ransom. An Eastern European immigrant family could not pay much ransom.

What's more, he was transported to Alaska by a heavy armed helicopter. The freight alone was more valuable than himself. Hamsik thought so.

All he knew was that in the underground laboratory full of chemicals and glass sinks, a group of Americans in white coats repeated inquiries of unknown significance.

No matter how much begging or cursing, the white coat would not release Hamsik, nor would he even let him walk to the ground to see the sunshine.

At the beginning, Hamsik was always filled with fear and screaming: "You can do anything and let me leave here!"

But unfortunately, no one in the laboratory responded to this request, and the voice could not even be heard in Hamsik's ear. He was put on a strange helmet and conducted various strange experiments.

The helmet was completely wrapped around his head, and many pictures and materials were constantly flashing on the lenses at the front of his eyes. A lot of formulas and strange characters, and then Hamsik felt his consciousness gradually collapse.

Hamsik's head was filled with a lot of strange information, which was almost torn apart his soul! It was not just a headache, but even dizziness and eyes closed could not be done.

Even in dreams, he would recite some words that he had never learned, which was not any known human language at all. Hamsik felt that a soul memory that had nothing to do with him was invading his original head.

Such experiments and nightmares lasted for two full years, and the real pain was the loss of perception and subjective will. The happy boy is now only a dull body.

The only thing that makes Hamsik feel that he is still alive is biting the nail on his thumb, because this is the only thing that can be done. He has long lost his sense of self in the long-term mental torture.

For Hamsik, the happiest thing in the world is to bite his own nails, regardless of the pain. Regardless of the bleeding of his thumb, whose nails had been bitten off, Hamsik just repeated the biting action over and over again, and even began to bite his thumb itself.

"Hey! Stop doing this again!" The mercenary man from Sweden turned around and stretched out his left hand to interrupt Hamsik's movement.

Although the numb boy was stunned for a moment, he began to roar and whine: "Let me bite me, or I will kill me! Kill me! Kill... Kill me!"

Just like a cassette tape recorder, these words are constantly repeated in painful tone, intermittently revealing the cruel life they have experienced.

The Swedish mercenary twisted his expression because of heartache. At the same time, he cursed the lunatics who treated the boy like this, "How could it be done like this? It's so damn, what kind of evil did those bastards do to him!"

The middle-aged Swedish man twisted the steering wheel roughly, reflecting the anger in his heart at this moment.

But at this moment, the dazzling orange flash suddenly came from the rear of the armored jeep, and the long flame tail drew a straight trajectory, and finally passed the galloping jeep from above.

It is obvious. This is a rocket-type weapon launched by a heavy weapon helicopter. From the shooting angle, it can be seen that the one that fired this rocket is by no means a ground unit.

The rocket hit the Jeep directly in front of it, and then the blazing flames ignited, conveying a strong shock wave in the air. The jeep driver's vision was completely dyed into a dazzling orange red in an instant.

The flames mercilessly swallowed the worn jeep, and the shock waves came in a fierce attack, smashing the windshield into small pieces of crystals.

The shattered glass fragments hit the two people in the car with heavy force. The Swedes could no longer control the steering wheel of the jeep in their hands, and the gearbox and gears were scrapped. The entire jeep was overturned and pushed down like a toy, and the door hit the ground and slid towards the depths of the snow.

It was not until it hit the protruding ground and stone that the jeep turned into a rubber, bounced into the air after a violent collision, and finally rolled in the hot flames for two and a half consecutive rounds.

Hamsik was like candy in a jar, bumping into the jeep's continuous and fierce displacement, and then crashed into the jeep's window, and ended up being knocked out of the car by a huge impact.

If he breathed in for a moment because of the continued roar, Hamsik would probably burn his lungs by inhaling the scorching flames and die on the spot.

Fortunately, Hamsik had no strength to make a mourn. After passing through the air, he left a trace in the smoke after the explosion. He crashed into a low bush.

After landing on his shoulder, he fell directly into a ground mixed with ice, snow and sludge. In contact with the ground, his soft body had no resistance and rolled straight for about six meters before finally stopping.

Wearing only thin clothes, Hamsik's hands and feet were naked and exposed in the snowy environment, but the cold stimulated Hamsik's numb nerves. He laughed wildly: "Finally come out, finally come out!"

The joy of gaining freedom exceeds the cold pain.

But joy did not bring strength. A strong sense of dizziness filled his head. He no longer had the extra strength. The crazy joy exhausted the last bit of energy.

Like a puppet with a broken thread, Hamsik never moved any more for a moment, and he fainted in the snow.

Thirty seconds later, the confused consciousness gradually began to wake up. Hamsik tried hard to move his drowsy head. He saw the jeep that was almost broken into scrap iron on the road ten meters away. The chassis was tragically facing the night sky, and the four wheels were tragically idling.

Hamsik worked very hard to support his gradually numb body, but his fractured right shoulder could not be used to force it.

But it doesn't matter. Hamsik had long lost the pain. He moved his waist and legs, crept forward in the shallow snow, and climbed hard to the wreckage of the jeep.

The poor jeep had long been deformed by the high pressure generated by the explosion, beside the broken and twisted dark blue shell. The middle-aged Swedish mercenary with a sharp look was lying in a pool of blood, speaking vague English. "Put this..."

There was not even a hundred thousand words yet, and blood-red foam poured out from his mouth, and only a faint and almost unaudible sound came from the air. The mercenary's left hand trembled because of his powerlessness and took out a U disk placed in the storage box.

This kind of thing seems to be a product made in China, and is gradually becoming popular in the United States and the entire Western world. However, the price is very high. Hamsik used to only see it at the counters of shops in big cities, but now he has taken it in his hands.

"Go to the east... Remember. Go to the east without looking back..." Whether it was because of pain or sadness, the middle-aged man's eyes were filled with tears, "Hurry up... escape..."

Before he could finish this sentence, the former Swedish mercenary was dead, and it was obvious that he could no longer speak.

To the east is in Canada, and there is another group of people waiting there to pick up the two people who escaped.

Hamsik's eyes opened slightly with tears in his eyes. His expression was full of sadness. The pain came back again. From the dead middle-aged man, he regained the feeling of being alive.

But even Hamsik himself was not very clear whether it was pain or fear of death, something he thought he had forgotten. Now it was starting to enter his head again.

After breaking away from the dark underground prison, Hamsik's forgotten survival instinct deep in his heart finally became active again.

With his left arm that was still movable, Hamsik struggled to support his knees and stood up tremblingly.

He picked up the U-tray wrapped in the storage box, his feet mixed with mud and blood scabs, and were frozen purple, but Hamsik had no idea. He just stepped on the snow step by step, moving forward mechanically.

Even though he couldn't tell which direction was east, Hamsik still obeyed the last order of the deceased during his lifetime and walked numbly forward.

He still bit his thumb, then moved his heavy steps and staggered.

The sound of heavy armed helicopter flying was getting closer and closer. The sharp propeller cut through the surrounding air, and the sound of the sharp engine and the noise from the jet ports gradually came.

The enemy has already caught up with the friction sounds caused by the strong wind pressure in the nearby forest!

Hamsik looked up and saw a gray attack helicopter in the direction of the woods. The dented body was like a wrinkled old tree. The American-made "Bucks" armed helicopter largely imitated the "Black Cavalry" used by the Hualian Army.

"Stop!" A man with a cruel voice was revealing a vicious warning through the helicopter's voice transmitter. He was condescending and could not resist.

However, Hamsik's steps did not stop because of this. He did not think anything, but just moved forward mechanically. It was more numb and dull than fearlessness.

But American English was sent out again through the transponder, "Where do you little hare want to escape?"

Accompanied by cruel words, the machine guns at the front of the helicopter opened fire, and the scorching shells hit the ground on the right, and the violent impact splashed the mud, and Hamsik fell to the ground due to the impact.

"A pet who is disobedient should teach you a lesson!"

With his moving left arm, Hamsik struggled to support his clumsy body, but at this time, a strong shock wave came from the left. Hamsik was overturned, then fell to the ground and began to moan faintly.

"Look! If you want to run, you will die."

Four or five shells fell around Hamsik. Driven by the impact of the shells, Hamsik struggled in pain and rolled in the mud.

It seemed as if the drivers were happy about the situation in front of them, and laughter came from the transponder.

Hamsik's breath became weaker and weaker, but he still tried hard to squeeze out the last force and climbed forward.

"Haha, what a poor puppy, he's already so hurt, and he's still thinking..."

The mockery suddenly stopped due to tension, only the noise of the engine and propeller continued, and then there was

An urgent tearing sound.

"Send... I found an unknown target on the ground, quickly raise it, we are going to leave the ground!" But the driver could not continue talking.

With the harsh noise of metal being crushed, the armed attack helicopter sparked and fell. Hamsik looked up and saw something stuck in the helicopter's head.

A metal thorn is a huge, about the height of an adult man. It is a dagger that can be thrown. The blazing blade is deeply inserted into the head of the Bucks armed helicopter and shines with red iron filings.

The attack helicopter that lost the driver was unable to maintain balance and tilted greatly. Finally, after a fierce snake movement, the head of the plane fell downward towards Hamsik's position.

Hamsik didn't even have time, and had no strength to jump and dodge. He could only sit still, staring at the helicopter's wreckage that was getting closer and closer. To be continued...)

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