1379: Chapter 1375: eting a Fellow Villager Again 1379: Chapter 1375: eting a Fellow Villager Again “Ha, is this my end, here in these deserted Snow Mountains….”
“Tie Hao,” gasping heavily, struggled for air that barely flowed into his lungs.
Even after using a Regenerative Potion for ergency surgery, his damaged chest was still leaking air like a carelessly punctured accordion, oil included.
He lay gasping under a large stone, having cleared as much blood as possible from the makeshift pit he had dug.
But he knew, such a disguise wouldn’t fool a real Hunter, much less the Extraordinaries searching around.
“At least, send the information back…”
He tremulously tore open his clothes, took out a small wrapped packet from his chest, and retrieved a satellite phone to attempt a connection.
During this process, a red notebook fell out; it was his work manual, the first page bearing the emblem of the Great Eastern Nation.
Yes, he was a spy, or rather, an Infiltrator.
He had long been stationed in a border city, and had co here with a convoy from Red Star.
This ti, as all of South Siberia was engulfed in war, he naturally blended in, searching for causes and key points…
but this ti, as a high-tier Runner and Sentinel, he encountered a foe far beyond his abilities.
A suspected Quasi-God from Siberia just passed by, rely glancing at him, and knocked him out of the Subspace.
He wasn’t killed outright, perhaps rely spared because of his Eastern face.
But without any cover, he confronted a series of formidable enemies.
Now, although he had managed to escape and perford ergency surgery on himself…
“Sigh…”
His windpipe was riddled with holes, blood constantly seeping out; he was a re professional…
aning he didn’t possess the extravagant Undead Traits of high-tier professionals.
“…is this it?”
Blood loss and cold stole his strength, and his increasingly blurred vision was revealing a nightmarish reality.
Most despairing for him was that the specially made satellite (God Series) phone was utterly ineffective.
Clearly, soone had used so thod to block all signals.
Tie Hao put down the phone, recorded his last words, hoping that after the blockade was lifted, it would automatically send…
but what made him even more despondent was that, even with his life at stake, the ssage he could send back contained nothing of real significance other than confirming a chaotic battle of Top Combat Powers here.
“…at least, according to the rules, destroy…”
The specialized satellite phone had a self-destruction mode, but docunts, letters, and identity dals had to be manually destroyed.
He tried to reach for the open docunts; a simple swipe with the fad brute strength of “Fourth of the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King Brothers” could turn them to dust, but…
“…I’m actually sowhat reluctant.”
This, perhaps, was the last proof of his life, and if destroyed, even the person collecting his corpse wouldn’t know what to write on his tombstone.
Considering his current location, he didn’t think his body would likely return to its roots; each high-tier professional was a treasure in itself, let alone so-called “allies”…
perhaps, the Quasi-God had knocked out his “Plane Stealth” ability just to wait for his death here, making it easy to reclaim the secrets of his espionage.
Tie Hao shook his head; those in his profession always tended to overthink.
The opponent likely just dealt with him, an infiltrator, casually, sparing him because he had an Eastern appearance.
He struggled up, first to eliminate his own distinguishing features to avoid becoming detrintal “evidence” in diplomatic negotiations…
“Snap!”
But just then, a sound outside startled him deeply.
He hurriedly climbed to his feet, knowing he had to hurry…
“Boom!”
But at that mont, the large stone thrown into the air and the scattered light plunged him into despair.
A man, bracing against the stone and facing the light, looked down, his gaze fixed intently on the open work manual and the emblem on its cover…
“I…”
The next mont, Tie Hao’s face contorted, his body beginning to twist and transform…
Without hesitation, he overloaded his body, preparing to use the secret art taught by the Bureau’s Professor to turn himself into a flesh bomb.
“Installnt.”
But as the eerie words fell, his boiling blood suddenly returned to normal, and most incomprehensibly, the pain in his body had nearly vanished.
Were his leaky airways also healed?!
“…No!
The most outrageous thing, why was it in Eastern Country’s language?!”
It was then, when his vision had cleared, that Tie Hao saw who had lifted the stone—a young Eastern boy smiling at him.
“Hey, brother from the security agency?
I’m from the special agents team under the Bureau of Anomaly Managent.
What are you busy with?
Busy killing yourself?
Need a hand…”
Well, faced with that mischievously smiling face, what could Tie Hao say…
he had to cry out for help!
“Save …
hurry and dig out, I’ve been cold for a long ti.
Got any dicine?
Alcohol works too!
Also, never do that again, scaring soone to death—I almost self-destructed.”
As he complained, he carefully returned his ID and ultra-small satellite phone to his chest.
But during this process, he was also observing Lu Ping’an…
if he had believed him just from a few casual words, he really wouldn’t deserve to be out earning a living.
And Lu Ping’an, bracing the stone, just shrugged his shoulders and didn’t say a word.
In fact, if the man in front of him hadn’t accidentally revealed his ID, which Lu had seen with his Eye of Truth, bearing the Great Eastern Nation’s emblem, he probably wouldn’t have bothered to cross miles of dangerous territory to deal with a pile of troubles and rush over.
Ten minutes later, at another temporary base, Lu watched as a sobbing spy brother gnawed on a can of braised pork, patiently waiting for the information exchange.
And by the wall, a brown-haired and a blond jinx were fearfully watching Lu Ping’an.
“It seems like one is a follower whose boss is dead, and the other is a rcenary.
If you’re professional, help talk to them…”
Lu Ping’an briefly introduced and proactively suggested an information exchange.
He had realized that at least one of them was a sixth-tier Sentinel…
such specialized scouts were rare and relatively weak in combat power but extrely useful in situations like this.
“I…
was disciplined, but since it’s our own people.
Cough, this is a major secret.
I risked danger to eavesdrop near a Quasi-God, and it seems, a fragnt of a Deity has fallen here.”
Lu Ping’an opened his mouth wide, sowhat incredulous…
Was it really just your remarkable acting, or did you only know so little?
Is this the information you just found out?
Then what were you doing here earlier…
“…Uh, perhaps I can’t bla him.”
Lu Ping’an pondered for a mont, then shook his head, thinking perhaps he had made so assumptions.
The connection between the Moon God and this world had severed, with the fragnts descending here just a few hours ago…
In reality, inford people should be few, as it dealt with a secret of the Deity.
Ground-level intelligence personnel likely only knew there was sothing significant to find, while as a spy from the Great Eastern Nation, naturally, seeing your army mobilizing, you’d co to find out what had happened.
aning, now with so many happily slaughtering each other, dying in droves, probably ninety-nine percent of them didn’t know for what.
“…I know, it’s the Moon God’s fragnt…
Okay, listen, I’m here for this.
You help , I help you.
Brother Tie, you wouldn’t want your wife to lose a husband and your daughter to lose a father, right?”
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