"How is his situation?"

In the medical room of the base, Admiral Soros looked ugly and asked in a deep voice.

"The situation is not very good. Colonel Hoover lost too much blood and his right arm was cut off at the elbow. Although it was urgently treated, disability was inevitable. The most important thing is that the Colonel was hit too much and his mood is very unstable. I just gave him a tranquilizer. If you have anything to ask, I suggest it would be better to talk about it in a few days..."

The doctor said, looking at Hawkeye, who was waiting outside the medical room with a frustrated look on his face. "At the same time, I suggest that the captain also needs a psychological recovery test, which will help him."

Admiral Soros's eyes became gloomy and he looked at Hawkeye, "Captain, have you lost your confidence?"

Hawkeye didn't say anything, just lowered her head, her eyes were congested, and there seemed to be a tragic phenomenon in front of her that Li Tomb suddenly rose up, almost destroying them.

"Captain, answer me!"

Admiral Soros' tone suddenly increased, "Have you lost your confidence? Has you been hit by a reptile, a damn bastard, and lost your confidence?"

"He is king!" Hawkeye suddenly raised his head, his eyes were angry and sad, and he looked at Admiral Soros, "Damn it, he is king! But no one told us this! So the Eagle died, the Black Hawk died, the Grey Hawk died, and even the head was almost dead at his hands. If it weren't..."

Hawkeye's tone choked up and could no longer say anything. It seemed that the gray eagle was resolutely exploding and letting them escape.

“This is an accident.”

Admiral Soros' tone eased, "The zombie is an exception. We miscalculated its evolution, but we have paid the price. Everything is worth it, next time, Captain, tell me, next time, can you catch it?"

Hawkeye didn't answer, his eyes filled with bloody anger.

"Answer me, Captain! Can you catch it next time?" Admiral Soros raised his voice.

"No, I will kill it! I swear, I will kill it! For the Black Hawk, for the Eagle, for the Gray Hawk, for the Head, for the Falcon Squad, next time, I will kill it with my own hands!"

The hawk's eyes were bloody and roared in anger.

"Very good." Admiral Soros nodded and patted Hawkeye's shoulder, "Keep your fighting spirit. In the next battle, you need this fighting spirit to defeat the zombie."

"Okay, if you don't need some whiskey to calm your mood at this moment, come with me. Dr. Manhattan needs your battle assessment."

Admiral Soros made a big stride, his voice cold, "For the next victory, Captain, we need you."

Hawkeye stopped talking and saluted Colonel Hoover, who was still in a coma, turned around and followed General Soros, heading towards the laboratory at the base.

"We analyzed the data in the armed armor, but some details are not very clear. You did not bring back the armed armor that was destroyed by the number 4000, which is a mistake."

There are already many people in the laboratory busy, with countless data flashing in projections, everyone analyzing, summarizing, and then focusing on the central projection.

"That's because the person who was destroyed by that zombie on the battlefield was not you!"

If it were Hawkeye, who had never refuted the Manhattan figure who was almost the second person in the base, but now he is scientific and disciplined. As long as he thinks of the dead Hawks and the others, Hawkeye can't suppress his anger.

"Captain, restrain your anger. I need your rational analysis. This is related to whether you can defeat the number 4000 next time. At least don't be like this time, you are fooled by the number 4000 and almost wiped out."

Dr. Manhattan sneered, calmly in Hawkeye's angry gaze, pointing at the data in the central projection and talking freely.

"We analyzed all the data in the armed armor, including all the data you sent back in your previous contact with number 4000, and then, I have to tell you a cruel reality."

"You think this failure was caused by miscalculation of the number 4000 and had evolved into king. But the data tells us that from the beginning you were deceived by the number 4000 and fell into its trap."

Dr. Manhattan's words were shocking, making Hawkeye angry in an instant.

"Damn it. Are you trying to say that our failure was caused by our tactical error? Hell, if it weren't for your calculation error, and if it weren't for your calculation error, he would have evolved into king, how could we have such failure!"

Dr. Manhattan ignored Hawkeye's words and continued to analyze, "The data will not lie, look here. Seeing that there is no, he has a clear turnaround here. In other words, it found you a lot earlier than you thought, at least before the number 4,000 fights the mutant M2."

"Then, you should know. So even if the number 4000 can easily control the mutant M2, it still does not use its own abilities and shows the ability to king one end. Why?"

Hawkeye's eyes froze instantly.

He naturally knew what this meant. This was really simple. What you saw was definitely not all the enemies. This was what they repeatedly emphasized when they were training.

And now, they were finally showing off their IQ in actual combat.

"The number 4000 shows my wisdom that surprised me, hides my trump card, waits for you to attack it, and then destroys you. You should feel lucky, at least the bravery of your teammates, so that you two can come back alive."

"You were destined to be unable to win this battle from the beginning because you were too arrogant."

"This is impossible. You are shirking responsibility. It's just a zombie!" Hawkeye was still struggling. He actually saw the moment when Li Tomb turned around, but he subconsciously ignored it.

If the opponent is not Li Tomb, not a zombie, but another group of human special forces, then Hawkeye will naturally not be able to cause such a mistake. He will know that he is discovered at the first time and adjust the plan. At least according to the special training requirements, everything you see should be treated up to a higher level.

But just because Li Tomb is a zombie, both Hawkeye and Colonel Hoover subconsciously ignored this one. They thought that everything shown by the stupid brain of zombies is true and will not lie.

But it turns out that their negligence is the reason for their miserable defeat this time.

"Captain, I understand your current mood. This is not a good feeling. Really, I believe that a zombie who should have only stress responses like a trilobite actually has wisdom comparable to that of a human elite, even if it is just an accident. But this is also a shame, not only yours, but mine, the entire human being."

Dr. Manhattan sighed, "The evolutionary speed of zombies has been ahead of us by a century. If humans still lose wisdom, perhaps even before China Luo's prophecy is proven, humans will be destroyed."

Dr. Manhattan turned his head and looked at Admiral Soros, "Admiral, I don't know if this is just an exception or the future evolution of zombies, but numbering 4000 is undoubtedly dangerous."

"One of them has the mind control of king, the physical evolution comparable to M3, and the obvious human-like intelligence. Once the prophecy of China Luo is proven, it may destroy all Australia's hopes.

"So, Admiral, my advice is to bring the number 4000 back at all costs, or kill it!"

Dr. Manhattan's final words made Admiral Soros' pupils shrink, his eyes were solemn, and he nodded slowly, "Dr. Manhattan, if this is your final analysis, then as you wish, I will immediately send a more elite team and more soldiers, regardless of everything, bringing back the number 4,000, or its corpse."

"No! It's mine!"

With a cold roar, Colonel Hoover's face was pale, and blood oozed out of his broken arm. He suddenly pushed open the laboratory door, his eyes covered with blood and hatred, and repeated word by word: "It's mine. I will definitely kill it!"

Admiral Soros was stunned for a moment, frowned and before he could speak, Dr. Manhattan nodded, "Very good. Colonel, your will makes me happy. Just so happen, I have a new idea, maybe you will be willing to participate, if you really want to kill it with your own hands?"

"And I also need time to modify your armed armor to resist the mental control of the number 4000. Well, Colonel, are you willing to join? Even if you lose a lot..."

"I've lost everything!"

Colonel Hoover coldly interrupted Dr. Manhattan, "As long as I can kill it, I don't care what else I can lose!"
Chapter completed!