The Last Kabakans

In the Tukwa Desert, more than 700 kilometers northwest of Kerway City, the federal capital of Nashville, on the tarmac of a secret base that had long been abandoned by the Federal Secret Service, a dark green military aircraft hovered impressively.

The heavily armed special forces drove straight in, their heavy military boots stepping on the whitened concrete floor, making dull echoes in the empty corridor.

The dim light bulb flickered twice, and the shadow on the ground was looming.

"I just injected him with a pheromone inhibitor and a strong sedative 10 minutes ago," the male beta in a researcher's uniform rubbed his nose, and rolled his eyes at the alpha special soldier who was following him.

Although he had never dealt with the military department before, his intuition told him that these people were not easy to mess with.

Holding the needle tube in his pocket tightly with his left hand, he slid down his throat and said, "Maybe I shouldn't talk too much, but please remember not to get too close to him. The best thing is to be able to talk to him." Keep a distance of more than [-] centimeters, and try to avoid physical contact."

This is a kind reminder, from attitude to tone are very sincere and serious.

But it was obvious that his words had almost no weight in the eyes of those alpha special forces soldiers.

Don't talk about paying attention to him, no one even looks at him.

The whirring sound of the exhaust system, the vague smell of disinfectant in the air, and the powerful alpha pheromone emitted by these special forces all made him feel out of breath.

Pulling his collar to let his sweaty back breathe a little, he also felt that he might be worrying too much.

What can the prisoner with a chaotic mind and slow reaction, who is still chained and tied up, do?Escaping from under the noses of a dozen heavily armed special forces, dragging that five-hundred-pound titanium alloy chair?

When passing by the duty room, he glanced at the wall clock on the wall, then shook his head slightly.

It was 10:[-] in the morning, less than [-] minutes before the end of the trial.

Although I didn't expect these people to come so soon, but looking at their resolute and unwavering attitude, I must have made complete preparations long ago.

But he still felt a little pity.

It's such a pity.

Glancing at the black suitcase in their hands, for a moment, he even regretted that he shouldn't have deliberately reminded them just now.

But soon, his thoughts were diluted by the thicker and thicker smell of disinfectant in the air.

The old and cramped elevator wobbled and descended. When the small indicator light pointed at negative eighteen, it finally fell to the ground with a bang.

The lights on the ground floor seemed even dimmer, completely obscuring the airtight cell deep in the corridor.

With a long and sharp sound of rubbing, the explosion-proof door covered with mottled green rust was pushed outward, and well-trained special forces entered one after another.

The two commandos quickly opened the biological lock safety and pointed their weapons at the back of the prisoner's head.The medical soldier took out a ****-looking precision instrument from the box, pulled off his collar, and with a bang, he finished the injection cleanly.

The clear pain strongly stimulated every nerve in him, and he tried his best to lift his eyelids, trying to catch a little bit of light from the dark night through the fine fibrous tissue of the headgear.

However, there is still the endless abyss that greets the eyes, only the various noisy sounds that are infinitely amplified in the ear, like a flood, are so vivid and profound.

The titanium alloy seat that was originally fixed on the concrete floor was completely lifted up, and the sound of rapid and steady footsteps gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The powerful fist hit the rusty iron fence three times. The lift with a load capacity of more than [-] pounds seemed to be overwhelmed. It shook slightly, and then began to move up slowly.

Black and white lights and shadows alternated and staggered, the leather strap was deeply pulled into the rough wrist, and some red fingertips were lightly tapped on the cold armrest, making faint and undetectable sounds.

The elevator continued to rise, but when it was less than 20 meters from the ground, it suddenly clicked, and it was stuck somewhere.

The assaulter was caught off guard and staggered a step afterward.

"what happened?!"

The commander's anxious inquiry came from the communicator, and several special forces who were on standby at the bottom quickly entered a state of combat readiness, pointing their weapons at the top of the well.

This is indeed an excellent escape opportunity.

"I'm sorry," after a short silence, a hoarse male voice came from the small speaker, with obvious apology and panic that was trying to hide, "there is a small problem with the power system, I will switch the line immediately!"

"Attention!" The commander's deep voice came from the communicator.

"Received!" The assaulter in charge of escort nodded at the other party, and then focused on the prisoner's every move.

However, he still sat there upright and steady, and he didn't seem to have the slightest intention of running away.

The indicator light above the iron fence suddenly went out, and after about two or three seconds, it turned on again.Immediately afterwards, the headlights above his head flickered and then turned on.

"Safe, repeat, safe!"

Hearing the reply from his teammates in the elevator, the special forces guarding the door of the iron fence finally let out a sigh of relief.However, they still dare not take it lightly.

The power system quickly returned to normal, and the elevator shook slightly, then began to slowly rise again.

"'Reaper' is about to arrive! Repeat, 'Reaper' is about to arrive!" The two commandos in charge of escorting in the elevator issued the signal again.

The special forces waiting at the exit quickly surrounded them, and with a ding, the elevator reached the ground smoothly.

The special soldier standing at the front held the weapon in one hand and made a "up" gesture with the other. The little man next to him immediately bowed forward, freed his right hand and pulled open the iron fence with a clatter, then quickly backed away and stood at the original position. position, the index finger rested lightly on the trigger.

The surroundings fell into a deathly silence, except for the breathing and heartbeat one after another, there seemed to be no sound at all.

It seemed that something bad was going to happen, and everyone's brows were knit together.

After a while, Gad finally raised his head, his deep pupils burst out like fire in the flickering light of the light bulb.

"Good morning, gentlemen!" he said politely.

In an instant, the bullets rained down on the backrest of the titanium alloy seat. At the same time as the sparks flew, the black figure rolled over and the two special forces standing behind him also fell to the ground.

All this happened so suddenly, no one knew how he broke free from the restraint belt, how the assaulter behind him was killed, until the special soldier closest to him was stabbed through the throat from bottom to top. Only then did everyone see the gleaming military knife in his hand.

The bullet casings clanged and fell to the ground, and then they were all submerged in a pool of scarlet blood.

The snipers crouching on the tower responded quickly: aim, fire, bang!

The sharp bullets moved from far to near, and even if the prisoner who tried to escape could not be killed on the spot, he could immediately lose his ability to resist.

With the sound of bullets scraping flesh, the strong smell of blood rushed rushing like a flood breaking a bank.

"Wow," Gad wiped his wet neck and couldn't help sighing, "It's not my fault!"

It was as if the head was held down by an invisible giant hand, and it was pressed against the back, but in an instant, all the alpha special forces had been tortured by the sudden and powerful pressure and had difficulty breathing, and their faces were pale.

The alpha pheromone hidden in the blood of the Kabakan Stars has a strong offensive and deterrent effect, especially in critical moments where life is at stake, even if it is only a little bit of skin, it can cause almost no damage to the enemy alpha. is fatal.

Gad stabbed the bloody knife on the shoulder of a special soldier who was about to collapse, snorted coldly, and strode towards the hovering military aircraft on the tarmac.

"Quick...quick...stop...stop...him!"

The commander squeezed these words out between his teeth with difficulty, and the next moment, the whole person was prostrate on the ground, unable to move at all.

Several beta researchers hid aside and shivered. Although the damage caused by this unique pheromone was not that fatal to them, it was enough to leave a deep psychological shadow on them for the rest of their lives.

So what could they do but watch him walk away?Single-handedly rush out to fight him hand-to-hand, or work together to pin him to the ground and give him another injection?

--boom!

There was a second shot from behind the scenes.

The strong wind whizzed by, Gad sneered and dodged sideways, but the man seemed determined that he would do this, the bullet's trajectory had already left a gap, and it embedded into his bronze arm with a puff.

He followed the prestige and saw a thin figure standing suddenly under the tower.The dim light was falling from the top of his head, most of his face was hidden in the shadows, his expression was indistinguishable and cold.

But the high trouser legs, the tight belt around the waist, the straight back, the gun that seemed to be smoking white smoke, and the few strands of hair flying violently in the morning wind, all proved that he was He is a heroic soldier.

A mature, slightly too thin alpha soldier.

But how could he have no response to his pheromone?

He lowered his head to look at the wounds on his eyelids, the dark blue warheads had already started to melt, and before he could figure out the problem, the world was spinning in an instant.

The moment the bridge of his nose touched the ground, he seemed to smell the long-lost fragrance of the moist soil in the morning light and the green grass with dewdrops.