Bab 541: A decision (2)

One hour ago.

"This is Airon, respond if you hear this closed channel transmission. We have a chaotic situation here, we have encountered non-hostile groups and have wounded people. I need reinforcements sent immediately."

"Zz... Commander, the walker psychopath speaking. Send your location and we will be there within two hours."

"The location is..."

"Zz... Situation report, we have discovered a community or cult called the Red Army. They are conducting several attacks on isolated points of the border bases. Therefore, a large-scale attack is estimated later. We came across a group of them chasing some soldiers we found not far away. We took care of them but overheard them searching for two children."

It was then that Airon realized something, and that is that these people called the Red Army are searching for the children he found on the road and that Gild is currently taking care of. However, those soldiers found by the walker psychopath should be CRM soldiers.

"So we'll have to eliminate the enemies... Arrive as soon as possible, be cautious of ambushes, and for now, gathering information about the group is crucial."

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"You're a monster, friend..."

Airon looked surprised at the man who slowly stood up, he truly didn't expect him to get up so quickly.

Such a process is not just a skill of enduring pain, but it must be supported by strong willpower.

"It seems you're not an ordinary person. I'm even surprised that you have started attacking my own organization."

Unconsciously narrowing his eyes slightly, Airon secretly heightened his vigilance and his guard. Although the other party is injured at the moment, he will be in trouble if he is not careful, just like the other party at this moment.

"Cough... cough... cough..."

Dryly coughing with an expressionless face, No. 5 gently wiped the blood that he coughed up from his mouth and tore open his jacket to reveal the bulletproof vest underneath, where a bullet was embedded, and the skin beneath his face was dark.

"Zi... Zi... No. 5... Report the situation!"

At the same time, there was a murmuring sound on the intercom, followed by a man's voice from inside.

It's just that No. 5 didn't have the energy to lift the radio to respond at this moment, and as the voice sounded, he saw the man from the opposite side running towards him.

Airon was not in the mood to get entangled with this man with the number 5 on his forehead. Seeing that he lost some futile words, he didn't expect this guy who had just been shot to respond. So he moved his right hand and attacked his enemy.

Boom!

No. 5 didn't panic when he saw the fist coming towards him, although his body was injured due to carelessness, he wasn't fighting alone. He endured the pain and retreated several times, but when he couldn't avoid it, he crossed his hands to block this punch.

But what he didn't expect was that when the fist landed on his arm, a pain and great force made him unable to resist with his injured body. His arms touched his chest again, and he fell to the ground once more.

Cough... cough...!

Falling to the ground again, No. 5 coughed unbearably a couple of times and spat out a mouthful of blood, but his body kept moving backward, as if he wanted to escape in fear, but could only do so slowly due to his physical injury.

If it were someone else at this moment, they would have thought they were sure to win, but Airon stood still and had no intention of pursuing him. He knew that as long as he took two or three steps forward, his head would definitely be exposed to those who were watching.

Looking at the man still moving backward in front of him, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "Don't you think I'm really going to let you leave, right?"

Turning around, he picked up the pistol that had flown, Airon raised the gun and, in plain view of the man still moving, shot the opponent in the head.

Bang!

At the same time, Airon could hear through his good hearing that the soldiers who had been moving hastily before had accelerated their movement, but there was still a distance from there to here, and he wasn't too anxious to leave.

He leaned down and reached out to grab the ankle of the corpse and pulled it back forcefully, his hands began to fumble in the pockets of the man's clothes.

There was a pistol under this man's waist, but when Airon took out the weapon, he could hear an abnormal sound inside the gun, obviously indicating that the gun was damaged.

He didn't know if this group of people truly trusted their own abilities or if they were just arrogant, carrying damaged weapons and discarding useful rifles.

If he hadn't dropped his weapon carelessly a moment ago, his enemy would have died much faster than now.

Apart from the damaged pistol, the most valuable possessions of this soldier were the dagger and the bulletproof vest.

Picking up the dagger, Airon looked at the bulletproof vest on the corpse and quickly picked it up.

It's just that when he saw the scars beneath the bulletproof vest and the neck, he couldn't help but freeze for a moment and raised his hand to lift the shirt underneath the man called Number 5.

On the right chest of this corpse was engraved a large Arabic number 5. The mark in the form of an insignia was like an ancient criminal law, and one could imagine how much pain he had to endure to have this mark.

"These people... have a problem!"

If Airon wasn't convinced at this moment, he could almost make a decision now. The origin of this group of people is nothing simple, they are not an ordinary group of survivors or a weak community, although they are crazy, that's for sure, they are well-trained.

But that's all the information he obtained for now. Airon packed his things and rolled to the side in a few steps, never exposing himself to the view of the sniper hidden in the darkness from beginning to end.

The moment he landed, he picked up the backpack and rifle left by Number 5 and disappeared around the corner of the street in the blink of an eye.

Ta-ta-ta...

Just two minutes after Airon's figure disappeared, the sound of hurried footsteps was heard, and the figures of several soldiers appeared in the position where he had been standing at that moment.

Leader Number 1 saw that there was nothing around and signaled the others to quickly climb up to the rooftop, but after they climbed up, all they saw was the cold corpse of Number 5 lying on the ground.

"Damn it!"

Number 1 looked at Number 5's corpse with a gloomy expression, cracking his knuckles, and muttered, "I didn't expect to encounter such a big larva this time..."

The other armed men present looked at Number 5's body, but their expressions didn't change at all. They only glanced lightly at the body and felt no sadness for their fallen comrade.

Number One slowly stood up, took the radio in his hand, and said, "Number Four, what happened a moment ago?"

"Zz... I don't know, most of the view was blocked, I could only see them fighting a couple of times, and finally, Number 5 fell to the ground and died, and then his body was dragged. The opponent seemed to know there were snipers; he must be one of the men we attacked."

"Impossible, we are so spread out and not in plain sight. It's impossible for that man to know you're a sniper..."

Upon hearing this, Number 1 furrowed his brow slightly and didn't think that Number 4 had been exposed, but after thinking for a long time, he didn't know why, so he could only say, "It seems that this person is very cautious or there are many more lurking in the darkness. To be safe, Number 4 will change his position..."

"I got it..."

At the end of the conversation, a man who was standing a bit lower among the crowd behind Number 1, this man with withered skin took half a step forward and said, "Number 1, I can still smell him. Do you want to find him?"