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"At present, only our country, Mei country, Su country, and some small countries are left with combat effectiveness. The rest of them have been hit hard and cannot organize a strong counterattack, especially Europe, which is said to have completely fallen. "

Zhang Jue nodded: "Then do you know who the enemy is?"

Head Zhao shook his head slowly, as if he was not sure: "It is said that it is an evil organization, and all these abnormal creatures were created by them."

Although Commander Zhao's rank is not low, but most of the time he just executes the orders from above and doesn't know much.

Even these, he also heard others talk about it during the division meeting.

Hearing that all of Europe has fallen, Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes.

"Is there any way to go abroad? I want to go outside and see what happened."

Head Zhao shook his head: "Except for military airlines, all domestic airlines have been grounded. If you want to go abroad, you can only go to our camp."

"Then where is your camp?"

"The capital."

……

Thanks to Mr. Qin Zhidao for the reward.

Chapter 467 The Blue Falcon Squad

"Outside the long pavilion, by the side of the ancient road, the green grass stretches to the sky~"

"The sound of the willow flute blows in the evening wind, and the mountain outside the sunset mountain~"

"At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, half of my friends are scattered~"

"A jug of turbid wine to enjoy the rest of the day, what's the matter tonight~"

On the main road going north, a military off-road vehicle was galloping on it.

There was a melodious singing sound from the car.

The tune is definitely not pleasant, at most it is more heroic.

And at the end of singing, he even forgot the words, and then continued to hum a few words shamelessly.

But never mind.

Anyway, he was the only car left on the busy national highway in the past.

Along the way, he met some fleeing people and once encountered a small army.

When they saw him whizzing by in a car, they all looked sideways.

Most people can only express their inner feelings with a sentence of "fuck".

The doomsday is approaching, and in this desperate situation, you can best see what a person's character is like.

Some are self-pitying, some are broken, and some are cautious.

There are no such free and easy people like Zhang Jue, but they are definitely rare.

Zhang Jue stepped on the accelerator, the speed of the car had already reached 120, and it roared past the intersection.

But a few minutes later, he fell back again.

Looking at the words "Xinyang" on the road sign, he held his chin and thought for a while, then turned the car over.

The Administration has dozens of sites, large and small, in country C.

The biggest sites are site66 in Beijing, site14 in Jiangzhou, site89 in Shanghai, and site177 in Huacheng.

Although site259 located in Xinyang is a little smaller than these few, its scale is also very impressive.

Since you are passing by, you can go and have a look, there may be some clues there.

If you approach the site rashly, you may be attacked by the abnormal creatures released, but Zhang Jue is not afraid of them.

Xinyang has also become an empty city.

The building also has traces of being bombed.

The people in the city probably all fled.

Only a pile of ruins remained.

Zhang Jue drove a military off-road vehicle through this devastated ancient city. The roads in some places had been bombed, so he had to make a detour.

site259 said it was in Xinyang, but in fact, like most sites, it was built very far from the city center.

Zhang Jue drove for a full two hours, and stopped at the gate called "Xinyang Prosperity Biological Co., Ltd." when it was dark.

This is also a building complex, but the degree of damage is very serious.

The main building and the adjacent podium were half collapsed.

Zhang Jue got out of the car and walked into the gate.

In the guard room next to the gatehouse, the corpses of several guards had decomposed, and they seemed to have been dead for at least a month.

Judging from the way they fell to the ground, they should have been shot to death from outside the door with a gun.

In addition to the bullet holes on the wall behind, there are large areas of sprayed blood, from which it can be concluded that the person who fired the gun was very close to them.

It can be said that it was shot close to the door.

Zhang Jue walked into the gate, and there were several corpses in security clothes lying on the side.

Probably the security personnel who rushed over after hearing gunshots in the site.

They were all shot in the head.

Going further inside, you can see the bodies of some ordinary staff lying on the side.

Most of them died on their stomachs.

It looked like he wanted to escape and was shot dead by the intruders.

Zhang Jue saw a simple fortification at the gate of the main building.

There were more than ten or twenty corpses lying in disorder inside.

Presumably this was the last resistance made by the defense forces here, but it was clear that they had failed.

But Zhang Jue was a little strange.

Although the site259 site is not as big as the site14 site, the security personnel are somewhat less.

Including the few who fell at the gate, there were only 30 people, which was obviously not right.

There were not many dead bodies of staff either.

Could it be that they were the first to transfer after receiving the news?

With doubts, Zhang Jue entered the main building of the site.

Zhang Jue had never been to site 259, so he could only follow the signs in the building.

The management authority has a set of common standards for the signage of this kind of site, and Zhang Jue quickly found the location of the station master's office.

The door was ajar, Zhang Jue pushed it open, and the scene inside was somewhat beyond his expectation.

He originally thought that the station master had already moved away in advance, but that was not the case.

A corpse was lying on the table with a gun in its right hand. It seemed that it had committed suicide.

If it hadn't been for someone occupying the magpie's nest, or the webmaster himself had escaped from his shell, then this webmaster was really a staunch man who ended his life in such a brutal way.

Zhang Jue noticed that the movement of his left hand was rather strange. After thinking about it, Zhang Jue pulled out the notebook under his arm.

The notebook is brand new, but the title page has been torn off, and some handwriting can still be vaguely seen on the latter page.

Zhang Jue took out a pencil from the pen holder and rubbed it a few times, and the marks on it appeared.

Although it was not particularly clear, but fortunately the webmaster's handwriting was relatively neat, even if a few words were unclear, Zhang Jue could guess what he wrote.

"I don't believe it, why is that, I don't believe it."

The strokes of the last word "letter" are particularly heavy, and it is obvious that the station master is very hard when writing.

Zhang Jue pinched his chin, looked at the dead body of the station master, and fell into deep thought.

What kind of news was it that forced the station master to commit suicide.

What does he not believe in?

From this point of view, those staff and security personnel did not transfer in advance, but more like escaped.

But what the truth is, he doesn't know.

The host computer of the station master has been taken away, but even if it stays here, Zhang Jue probably won't be able to decipher what's inside.

Zhang Jue wandered around the site casually, but didn't find anything special.

But the holding area was indeed blasted open.

It should be the group of intruders who did it.

I don't know what this site once imprisoned, and where it all went now.

It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon when Zhang Jue left site259.

The sun is already oblique to the west.

This trip to site259 added to his doubts.

What kind of news could make a webmaster commit suicide?

Can the vast majority of the members of the site drop those items in custody and escape alone?

You know, the spiritual construction of the administration is quite awesome.

Basically every member is ready to dedicate himself to all mankind.

Zhang Jue was thinking about these questions while driving.

He was returning along the road, and when he reached Xinyang City, he suddenly heard gunshots from the next block.

He turned the steering wheel almost reflexively and drove in the direction of the accident.

Just after two streets, I saw a group of heavily armed soldiers withdrawing from a distance.

What surprised Zhang Jue was that they were wearing the clothes of the Mobile Task Force.

When they saw Zhang Jue, they were also stunned.

It seems that no one expected to see living people here.

The captain was a middle-aged strong man, who was supported by his team members at this time, and his right foot was probably injured.

Seeing Zhang Jue driving a military vehicle, he asked vigilantly, "Who are you?"

Zhang Jue didn't answer his question, but asked directly: "Which team are you from?"

Although the captain was injured, the rest of the soldiers were still intact. They pointed their guns at Zhang Jue.

"Get out of the car or I'll shoot you," said one of them.

Before the matter was clarified, Zhang Jue didn't want to conflict with them, and he didn't bother to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. He simply stated his identity directly: "I am Zhang Jue, a special advisor to the Administration. Which team do you belong to?"

"Consultant Zhang? Are you Consultant Zhang?"

Hearing that he blew his name, the captain who had been a little weak suddenly regained his spirits.

Zhang Jue also got out of the car at this time.

The captain looked Zhang Jue up and down, and then grabbed Zhang Jue's hand.

"Consultant Zhang, you are finally back!"

……

The name of this team is Qing Falcon, which is as famous as Hongying and Oriole, and it is one of the three strongest teams in country C.

Zhang Jue had heard of their names from Guan Peng.

The captain of the Qing Falcon team was named Qian Guangzhong. He was younger than Guan Peng, but he was also experienced in many battles.

It was almost evening, and Zhang Jue sat in a coffee shop with the remnants of these blue falcons. While eating the food in his different space, Qian Guangzhong told Zhang Jue what happened to them during this time.