Congratulations to the lazy worm for being a father [Zerg]

The policeman riding a motorcycle is of high quality, knowing that the criminal who sneaked into the nobleman's house and stole the safe is right in front of him, so he keeps vigilant all the time. When "Aipu" says the target is moving and urges him to speed up, the policeman catches a few suspicious shadows sharply.

Although the distance is far and the black shadow is too small to be seen clearly like a soybean grain, but the patrolman found nothing other than them. If the tracker is normal, the culprit must be those few bugs!

The patrolman decided to split into two groups, asking his companions to change lanes to follow the criminals to see where they fled, and he and another patrolman found the abandoned car.

"Aip" was totally immersed in the joy of being about to succeed, and was only concerned with competing with Sugar for his body, not paying attention to the patrolling police.

"There are documents!" The patrolman shouted excitedly when he saw the yellow folder in the back seat through the car window.

Whether or not the lost items can be recovered is an important criterion for a theft case. This case involves nobles, and the director personally told him to handle it well. The patrolman dared not neglect. He put on his gloves and opened the car door, and took out the evidence bag to pack the documents. .

"boom--"

The miniature hand beater exploded in the narrow compartment, and the powerful impact not only shattered the glass, but also knocked off the motorcycle parked beside it.

The "Aipu" riding on the back seat was naturally not immune, and flew far away, knocked face first and fainted.

"Hugh, how are you?" Victor was attracted by the explosion, and he couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief when he heard Morey say that Sugar had woken up.

"It's okay..." The acupuncture sensation dissipated, and the suffocating feeling of urgency and suffocation also gradually receded, but the hands and feet were still a little disobedient and weak.

The team switched from protection to rush. Michelle resumed the heavy responsibility of scout and ran ahead to ensure the safety of the path. Morey stayed behind to see if there were any pursuers.

The four insects tightened their nerves and accelerated forward.

The night was getting darker and darker, the forests in the outskirts were full of ghosts, the country roads were intricate and difficult to level, the team was afraid to expose the target and dared not turn on the lights, and the hazy moonlight did not allow them to stride and run at full speed.

Victor became more cautious at this time, and the explosion confirmed Hugh's speculation that the patrolmen targeted them, indicating that they not only had to guard against surprise attacks from "buyers", but also paid attention to official movements.

More than an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and the team ran around for four or five kilometers. The houses in the suburbs disappeared completely, which meant that they had run out of the defense range of the Drigal garrison. They continued to move forward according to the map, and they would reach Zambie Forest for about ten kilometers. It is much safer to enter the forest.

The unmanaged wasteland under the feet is no longer fertile and soft land. A lot of sand and stones are exposed on the surface, and the short boots rustle when stepped on.

"Stop moving forward and rest on the spot for 10 minutes." Victor walked to a big rock, squatted down, and lightly put Sugar down.

"I'm fine." The body defended successfully and indirectly defended his good roommate. The little male was excited, but his face was slumped.

Because this attack was more serious than the previous training island, Sugar was still unable to cheer up, and even had a low-grade fever. He didn't want Victor to worry, so he pulled the corners of his lips, and showed a self-satisfied smile at Lian Chong.

"Drink water."

Love Chong's little face was bloodless, and he tried to comfort himself, like a little fleece rabbit that fell into the water. It was so pitiful that it broke Victor's heart. Unconsciously, I softened by three points, and the remaining seven points were deep worries.

The backpack prepared at the temporary foothold only has weapons and food, and there is no stabilizer, which cannot help Sugar relieve the mental shock and replenish mental power. If only he was a male insect... Victor sighed.

"From here there are grasslands and hills. Although the road is flat, we are easily spotted due to the lack of trees." After drinking half a bottle of water, Michelle began to eat to replenish his energy in case of emergency.

The most troublesome thing is that they don't have a car, and they have to rely on their legs on the road from the grassland to the Zombe Forest.

The ten-kilometer cross-country is not difficult, but the difficulty is how to enter the forest alive. After all, a worm's physical strength is limited, and the consequences of being blocked under fatigue are unimaginable.

"Two legs are doomed to run on four wheels. Ten kilometers is enough for the officials to catch up with us several times." After wolfing down his rations, Morey began to maintain his guns and count ammunition.

"Don't think so far, just be careful about your exit first." After drinking the water, Huge finally regained some strength, dragged his backpack behind his back and sat down next to Victor, and joined the discussion on the surface, but his black eyes, which had actually recovered, stuck to Love Chong's body for a moment Also reluctant to move away.

The lip was bitten, and the little male was distressed, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingertips lightly touched the scabbed corner of his lip and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Victor lowered his eyes, shook his head, and thoughtfully opened the can and compressed biscuits and handed them to Sugar: "There is still a long way to go, eat more."

"Hmm." Sugar forked a piece of luncheon meat and brought it to Victor's mouth.

Morey & Michelle: Fall, let the worm eat well!

At the crack monitoring station in the Calanne Mountains, "Earl Stitch" covered his head and opened his eyes, the fat on his face twitched.

The car explosion knocked Aipu into the air, causing the mental power that had not been fully transferred to be interrupted suddenly, and the success fell short.

"Idiot, idiot—!" It threw the bedside lamp on the ground angrily.

Just a little bit!If it wasn't for the accompanying patrol, it would have successfully captured the body of its prey!

But it was useless to scold at this point, "Earl" walked around twice in the specially prepared luxury bedroom, and went straight to the communication vehicle at a speed that was extremely disproportionate to his obese body.

The two correspondents on duty in the car hurriedly saluted and opened their seats respectfully: "Why are you here, Earl?"

The "Count" was still angry, and he didn't have the heart to play the game of playing the count with the correspondent. He kicked off the seat and yelled: "Get me the Drigal garrison."

"Huh?" The two correspondents were stunned.

The earl leads the three space crack project teams with great power, but it definitely does not include military power, and never interferes in military affairs. What's going on today...

"Idiot!" The extremely irritable "Earl" covered the correspondent's face with his pampered chubby hands, and angrily scolded, "You can pick it up as soon as you ask, why are there so many nonsense."

The correspondent who was beaten for no reason stared at gold stars, and the other correspondent, afraid that it would be his turn, nodded his head and contacted the Drigal garrison.

The garrison was busy dealing with the wave of mutant beasts. I heard that the "Count" was going to deal with it, but he was also scolded bloody. The loud voice of the "Count" almost blew up the loudspeaker. The communication department of the garrison was full of ear-piercing murmur.

"Just now, a group of spies sneaked into the home of researcher Aipu, stole the top-secret information about space cracks, and even caused an explosion on the east road. I order you to immediately send insects to hunt them down along the way. They must be killed before they enter Zombe Forest. I approve. Use unmarked bullets, do you hear me clearly? Kill them all!" The last four words were almost squeezed out between teeth.

The prey is delicious but deadly. It is rare for "Earl" to agree with his partner, and if he can't get it, he will be ruined.

Threats, must not stay.

The 10-minute rest soon ended. The team wiped out all the food in order to go into battle lightly. Only one liquid nutrient was left for each insect. The hand wooden compartment was placed on the outside of the right leg. The spare magazine was inserted into the armed belt for easy access. -thunder.

Victor picked up Sugar, cast his awe-inspiring gaze at the endless grassland beyond the forest, and said firmly, "Let's go."

The team lined up one by one, Michelle took the lead, spread out his mental power as much as possible, and constantly scanned the possible ambush locations while moving fast.

Just as they approached the border between the woods and the grassland, Michel suddenly raised his hand and clenched his fist, then swung it left and right, and the four insects scattered and hid.

About half a minute later, there was an extremely slight whirlwind sound overhead.

The two electronic eyes on the front and back of the silent drone are constantly rotating, searching for something.

Michel turned around and gestured at Victor in sign language, meaning: there is an ambush outside the detection range.

The emergence of drones makes the scouts useless, which is equivalent to blinding the eyes of the team. It is difficult for the team to move forward without being able to detect the ambush location.

'Sure enough, there was an ambush. Morey's admiration for Sugar was raised again, "Go around? '

Victor frowned: "The location of the ambush is unknown, the strength of the troops is unknown, and the range of defense is unknown. How to get around." '

The drones have been sent out, the cars must be indispensable, and there may be heavy machine guns. Once the drones find their whereabouts, it will be very unfavorable to them, and even very dangerous.

Sugar observed the patrol trajectory of the drone in detail, and said: "If I remember correctly, this silent drone flies at a speed of 27 kilometers per minute, lasts for [-] minutes, and has a total flight distance of about [-] kilometers. Based on the calculation of the longest transmission distance of six kilometers, the ambush location should be within this range. '

Using the sharing function of the communicator, other worms saw the two circles drawn by Sugar representing the farthest distance and the shortest distance, and the shaded part in the middle was the possible ambush location.

'One, the range is too large to be sure, and two, we can't guarantee that there is only one drone. ' Victor pointedly pointed out the blind spots in the reasoning.

'Indeed, two cross patrols will double the range, three and so on, we need to detour at least [-] kilometers. 'Morey kept calculating with his fingers.

'Not advisable. Michelle shook her head frequently, "Since the patrol police tracked down our car, it is probably related to the USB flash drive, carrying the USB flash drive is like carrying a location. '

Morey squinted at Michelle: "Why don't they use it if they have a position?" 'Positioning isn't better than drones?

'Because of the explosion, I guess the micro-grenade you set up made the tracker malfunction or destroyed, and the military had to send drones to search for our tracks. After Sugar finished speaking, he looked at Victor. His good roommate was abnormally silent as the captain. Is he thinking about the next action strategy?

The black eyes are like the stars on the dome of the grassland, round and bright, full of curiosity like a little plush rabbit.

Victor received Sugar's blunt and fiery (?) eyes, and cleared his throat embarrassingly: "If you don't know the enemy's configuration, detours may get twice the result with half the effort and waste a lot of time."Drigal encountered a wave of beasts. Neither the police nor the military can spare a large number of troops to arrest them. This is very beneficial to us. The failure of the tracker is just a good opportunity to open the distance and escape the pursuers. We should hit the firepower breakthrough At one o'clock, grab the car and leave. '

Bold, I really like it!

If it wasn't inappropriate, Sugar really wanted to hug his good roommate and kiss him.

In the process of escaping, nothing is more important than gaining time. Detours seem safe, but they are actually a waste of time, and you may not be able to bypass the blocking circle. Although you have to take risks to break through the encirclement, the benefits are worth the money.

With the vehicle, the prairie road leading to Zambie Forest will be shortened from two hours to twenty-ten minutes!

Although Victor's plan is relatively rough and there are a few small details that need to be corrected, the flaws are not concealed. The good roommate's cautious and resolute style is very much appreciated by Sugar.

'I agree……'