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The powerful time bomb was attached to the fuel tank of the aircraft by Klinger, and then turned around and fell back to the ground using the eagle as a springboard.

The bomb on the plane exploded the moment he landed, and Saint-Exupéry had no choice but to release his supernatural powers, broke open the hatch and parachuted.

Although he was saved from being bombed with the plane, he was a living target when he landed after parachuting.

And this altitude is too low, the parachute used to escape in the plane was also generated by him with supernatural powers——

In a sense, his supernatural ability can supplement anything lacking in the aircraft, and even reconstruct the entire fighter jet.

Sure enough, Klinger's gun was aimed at Saint-Exupéry who had fallen from the sky.

And Saint-Exupéry has nowhere to hide in the air, even if he wants to come down quickly, there is nothing he can do while wearing a parachute.

"Stop him!" Cervantes shouted an order to his supernatural life form.

It was too late for Orwell to do it, and he was shot by Klinger just after the eagle was frightened. It was difficult for him to find a strong enough flying animal in a short time.

But Cervantes and Saint-Exupery are two people, but only one life form with supernatural powers can save them.

Just at this critical moment, Neruda finally arrived. Besides him, Rorca also came. With the superposition of double voice attacks, Klinger's spirit began to be in a trance.

After taking advantage of this opportunity to land, Saint-Exupéry didn't have time to regret his precious plane. He ran fast with his two short legs and hid behind Orwell. He is still fully aware of this.

"Really, a big deal! Heh!" Klinger sneered, the sharp pain in his left arm finally woke him up, and he didn't let him continue to sleep in this comfortable lullaby.

"Let me see, one, two... Who would have thought that there are so many people with supernatural abilities in a small Madrid! I am so honored today!"

Although he said he was honored, the sneer at the corner of his mouth never disappeared.

"I can't help it. Who told you to break in like this? You can't refuse the ones delivered to your door! That's too bad!" Saint Echo's ability was limited, but his mouth was still not idle.

He could hold a grudge, just the fact that Klinger blew up his precious plane, he could remember it forever.

"It really is a kid!" Under the dim light, Klinger's figure became more blurred, and the expression on his face became very ferocious because of the sting.

Seeing him like this, Saint-Exupéry shrank unconsciously behind Orwell.

"Okay, Saint-Ex, you go back first." Orwell patted his head, and they tried not to let Saint-Ex come out except that there was no alternative action.

Saint Exec nodded obediently: "Yeah!"

Then he turned around and ran away. Having lost the medium of the supernatural power, he stayed here just to have an extra target, so he didn't want to hold back.

The battle broke out again, and this time, Klinger was completely at a disadvantage.

Although there was no attack from the sky, his left arm was bitten off by a cheetah and he couldn't lift it up. Rorca's hypnotic voice was everywhere, and Neruda's mournful voice made people want to put down the weapon in his hand.

The sponge balls plugging his ears didn't help at all, and the sound still came to his brain from all angles.

This battle lasted for a long time, and everyone was very tired. After all, it was two or three o'clock in the morning, and everyone was relying on willpower. They can't participate in the battle at all - after all, apart from Orwell and Cervantes, there are Neruda and Rorca who attack indiscriminately.

But after all, four people were besieging one, and Orwell and the others had become more familiar with each other in the past few days, and they could complement each other in battle, so the situation seemed to be completely on their side.

Just as the bullets ran out and Klinger was about to lose his grip and was about to be captured, the soil on the ground began to shake.

"earthquake?"

"No, no, it's his accomplices coming!!"

Lenz's timely arrival saved Klinger from being captured alive, but this did not mean that they were easy to leave.

Klinger's injuries were too severe. In addition to the physical wounds caused by Cervantes' supernatural power, there was also mental overdraft.

The sudden appearance of the plane in the sky and the lowering of the soft rope made the people in Madrid angry-how could they let people run away like this after spending so much effort!

Because of the shaking of the ground, the surrounding soldiers had no way to raise their guns to intercept them. At this time, only people with supernatural powers could do it. However, whether it is a sonic attack or hypnosis, as professionally trained agents, Lenz and Ke Ringer can withstand it for the time being, and the only time they cause trouble is Orwell's animal and Cervantes' knight.

But what made their hearts thump even more was a figure that appeared later, a figure from behind them.

This black figure came through the encirclement, and the unsteady soldiers on his feet couldn't stop him at all.

Behind the thin figure was a woman in a long red dress, her black hair was loose, and blood was dripping from her sharp, human-like nails.

Three people with supernatural abilities in Germany actually appeared in Madrid in one night!

Most importantly, whose blood is on the hand of Wagner's supernatural life form?

Saint-Exupery who came later answered their question.

"Stop them! We've been tricked! This guy assassinated Mr. Camus while we were all here!"

Saint-Exupéry's voice was full of tears. Obviously, this young child has not yet adapted to this cruel battlefield. Seeing familiar people fall in a pool of blood made him very painful.

Saint Exec's voice was like a thunder, waking everyone up.

Now no matter what, these three people must be stopped!Otherwise, they will never have a chance to come back!

Whirring whirring!

Mu Qing followed Saint Exec and ran over panting, thinking that children are unreliable. Although Camus seemed to be pierced into his chest by a hand with supernatural powers, he was not fatally injured, but the blood seemed to be bleeding a lot One point, the situation has been stabilized by Jose with supernatural powers.

But today it was indeed his mistake. He didn't expect to trick others all day long, but in turn he was tricked by himself.

He only expected that the three representatives of the "Hurricane Movement" would come to assassinate Camus, but he didn't expect to use Klinger to lure everyone away before attacking the unattended Camus.

He even sent a lot of people to patrol in the directions that are easiest to sneak in and respond every night in order to prevent anyone from responding to Klinger. It was precisely because of this that Lenz was blocked for a long time before he approached here, which made Klinger Linge was injured more seriously than expected. The flesh injury was at most caused by excessive blood loss. The trouble was the bitten off bone. I don't know if it can be reattached.

"It's okay, let's leave first." Klinger said with restraint: "Did you get it? This time you really screwed me up."

"I came a little late, but Wagner is also very slow!"

"There's no time to explain, let's leave first!" Wagner showed no panic on his face, and he was very calm from the beginning to the end.

Mu Qing just got out of breath at this time, and he supported the wall with one hand: "Camus is fine now, don't worry about him, at least one person must be left today!"

Only then did everyone suddenly realize that they had a nanny. Although they all ran out, the nanny was still in the base camp.

Just because people are fine doesn't mean they can let the culprit run away, and they have to get revenge to some extent.

The fight went on till dawn, when the sun had risen from the horizon.

In the barracks of Klinger and others, there are not many people who can move freely, so the three of them came to assassinate, and there were really only three people, but Mu Qing said that they had laid a net of heaven and earth, so it was really a net of heaven and earth.

Although the enemy used Klinger's speed to contain them and let others assassinate him, he really didn't expect it, but he used to make a lot of patches, so even if the opponent ran out, there were still many people ambushing outside.

And the plane that Lenz drove over was useless, and Saint-Exupery directly retaliated back on the spot-so the wreckage of the two fighter jets on the battlefield faced each other in silence.

With no means of transportation and a tow bottle (referring to the seriously injured Klinger), the retreat process of Lenz and Wagner became extremely difficult.

In the end, Wagner was pierced by Cervantes' supernatural sword in exactly the same position.

Although Mu Qing felt that this was not equal, because Camus had five finger-sized holes poked in his chest, while Wagner only had one.

But the algorithm doesn't work that way, because there are only ordinary military doctors in the camp of the rebel army.

And Klinger's injury was so serious that ordinary military doctors couldn't handle it.

"Many of the bones in the arm are broken, and it may not be able to grow well if they are simply fixed."

The military doctor who got out of the tent took off his mask and gloves, and shook his head helplessly. The surgical conditions in this place are too bad.

But he has other good news: "The spread of the plague in the barracks has stopped, and the infected soldiers are slowly recovering without treatment."

In other words, Wagner killed the right person yesterday.

"By the way, how is your wound?" After chatting with the doctor, Lenz and Wagner started to walk back, leaving Klinger a quiet environment to recuperate.

Wagner touched his chest, where a thick bandage had already been tied: "It's fine."

He hesitated for a moment, then continued: "By the way, I saw Heine yesterday."

Lenz hesitated for a moment before stepping out, and then said nonchalantly, "What a pity?"

Wagner took a deep breath, looked at Lenz's expression, and said slowly: "Yes, it's a pity that there was no time to deal with him at that time."