The Galaxy Spokesperson

"Puff, puff," the heart beating heavily, as if dying. Dongfang opened his comatose eyes. I saw that there was a turbid world in front of him. The slave slave he was in had crashed. There was only one living person in the cabin, and no one else could see it. There were various noises in the communication equipment.

What's going on? Dongfang thought hard, and then it sounded. Just now, when they rescued the female pilot and were about to evacuate Anlu, a nuclear explosion occurred. The slave slave he was riding on was also hit by a shock wave and crashed. The personnel on board were basically All were dragged out by the wind and fell to death.

Only he survived by himself, and Dongfang checked himself, feeling no big trouble, just the weakness of the whole body, the pain in the whole body. He couldn't help sneering, he knew he wouldn't die, but why this is so, he still can't tell clearly, it may be related to his amnesia.

He feels that he is in a game, and there is a player outside the game manipulating his destiny. He wants to know what kind of role he is going to play. When will this game end?

The cabin was tilted, the hatch was tilted high, and the East needed to climb up to get out, so he struggled towards the hatch. When he climbed to the front, the scene in front of him shocked him:

A world of **** is in front of you. There are ruins and ruins everywhere. The city becomes a rubble field. There is no trace of anger. The nuclear clouds cover the sky. This time is a faint time. The dust is like volcanic ash.

It took a lot of effort from the East to get down from the cabin hatch and stand on top of the ruins, not knowing where to go.

There was a murmur in the communication channel, and suddenly a man's voice came: "Are there any surviving members of Omega? This is Pres."

"I, I'm still alive," Dongfang said quickly.

"Who are you?" Press asked.

"I don't know who I am, I know my number is number six, and you call me East."

Press asked: "East, are you injured?"

"I'm fine, just because I was knocked out, and I'll be fine after resting."

"Okay, East, you are waiting in place, I will bring a doctor to you."

Dongfang found a corner to sit and rest, waiting for rescue. About ten minutes or so, a Warhammer helicopter flew over, and Pres took a few people off the plane. Except for Pres, few other people knew East.

One of them was a doctor. After a simple examination of the East, he said: "It really didn't matter. You didn't receive nuclear radiation. You are very lucky to have survived."

Press asked: "How about, we have an action, do you want to participate?"

"Can I say no?" Dongfang said, while observing the expression of Pres.

After stunned for a while, Pres said, "Well, let's get on the plane, and I will tell you the mission briefing on the way."

Dongfang followed them on the helicopter and felt amused in his heart. Isn't what he just said not clear enough? Obviously refused to participate in this operation, but Pres seems to have not heard, still have to bring him.

The plane took off, and Pres introduced: "This is Gates, and our Omega mercenary."

Dongfang looked at his badge and showed: Ω-9. He shook hands with him and said, "Hello, number nine."

"That's it," Pres said. "The spy guys found that Brap was in Avteno. We went to arrest him. There are already people waiting for us. We need to pay attention to Avteno. It is currently occupied by Meshem, so we are going to infiltrate this time. Do you understand? "

East only asked: "Is it going to live or die?"

Press said: "As much as possible to catch alive, we also need to know where his father Mashmu is hiding."

More than an hour after the helicopter flew, at dusk, it stopped at the outskirts of Avteno, where Pres led the East and Gates, and met with the waiting people at a small roadside hotel, waiting people There are only two, one is Spas, and the other is Black Rake, whom the East has known.

The team members now have five people, Pres, Gates, Dongfang, Spas, and Lake. Press deployed the mission: "Information obtained by spy agents, Prapp will pass a gas station ahead of a convoy tomorrow morning, and then go to one of their military bases.

"The gas station is guarded by their people. We need to infiltrate the gas station, get rid of them all, then put on their clothes and stay there. We will block the convoy and catch Brap alive tomorrow morning."

Reck, who is known as the mouth gun, immediately complained: "Boss, we only have five people. Let's get rid of the enemy at a gas station. That's enough, we have to snipe their convoy and catch Brap alive. The second person of the Meshham regime, he will not lead people out when he goes out of the way. Is n’t this the same as killing us? "

Press sighed: "This is the order from above ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I can't help it anymore. We are mercenaries and give our lives for money."

Dongfang said: "Relax, Rake, we will complete this mission."

A few people ate something and started to go on the road. The gas station is 2.5 miles away from here. They ca n’t take a car and can only walk over.

On the way, Dongfang began to figure it out, 2.5 miles, about 8 miles. Huali? Why did I suddenly think of this unit of measurement? Only Huaxia talents use Huali. Western countries, especially English-speaking countries, like to use miles. So am I Chinese? But why should I go abroad as a mercenary?

And what year is it now? Thinking of this, Dongfang asked: "What year is it now?"

Press said: "In 2025, East, your amnesia will not be as good as it is now?"

"It is not good, but it does not affect the mission," Dongfang replied. It is 2.5 miles from the gas station, which is 4 kilometers, 8 miles, and it takes at least half an hour to get there.

So on the way, Orient began to wonder in my heart: My name is East? East, east means East. I am Chinese, so the name they gave me is East. Through these two points of analysis, it can better explain that I am a Chinese.

But why should I come to the West as a mercenary? There must be something suspicious in the middle, I must check it out. It is now 2025, so how old should I be? Thinking of this question, I asked Rick again: "Guess how old I am."

Rick looked at him and stared at it carefully for a while, and said, "It's not easy to guess the face of an Oriental, but I guess you should be around thirty."

Thirty years old? So that means I am a post-90s?

(End of this chapter)