Chapter 95

Since he sneaked into the base, he couldn't wait. Fisher dressed as a German officer simply swaggered around the camp with his attendant.

The group took a bath with the crowd and had a delicious lunch. Finally, Fisher took a sip of wine with a German colonel. When he was full, he was going to find a barracks for a while. Rudendorff returned to the base with the guard!

Although Germany's local resources are still tight, rudendorff's own pomp is still domineering. The team is composed of eight reconnaissance vehicles and cars, and he himself is wearing m1910 field uniform with dark turn over sleeves, chest pocket and m1900 collar. His P08 pistol was in a hard shell holster, wearing a gray military coat and an ivory cane in his hand.

He himself looked very dignified and dignified. After chatting with several officers who greeted him, he threw down his coat and went to the largest building of the base, where the certificate of the German officer Fisher touched was not qualified to enter.

Although Fisher knew that the target was only one shot away from him, he didn't dare to kill people. After all, there were dozens of guards around rudendorff, all equipped with bulletproof armor and mp18 submachine guns. The distinctive camouflage on the m1917 helmet on his head showed that these guard members were carefully selected veterans of the storm commando team. If he really fought, Fisher was not sure what he did. He usually brought some light weapons, and one awesome body armor, and the exo exoskeleton was able to carry 77mm combat artillery.

"If only there were a nano suit!" Fisher put the loaded Lugar back into his holster, and then walked slowly to the rear of the team. Then he saw a German pilot in a leather jacket dragged off the truck by two other big waisted storm commando soldiers.

“？？？” Fisher widened his eyes and vaguely saw a familiar shadow on each other's distorted face. It's not that little person!

Captain Steve, who used to be very beautiful, was dragged upside down like a dead dog into the largest building in the base.

Fisher wanted to follow up, but he was stopped as soon as he reached the door.

"Pass, Captain!"

"Sorry, what did that guy do?" The smoking method is good. Put a good old American knife in the past, and the sentry on guard will not be so serious immediately.

"It's said to be a newly discovered American spy!"

"Oh, thank you ~"

Fisher, who turned around and left, is now a little skeptical about life. He shouldn't have done it himself. However, he can't watch Steve get fooled by this bad old man rudendorff. Billy still needs to be saved.

Returning to the temporary hiding place, Fisher counted the remaining weapons and ammunition in his hand, some unused explosives, several rifles, submachine guns and a rocket launcher, but these weapons didn't have much ammunition. The self-made simple explosive gun had finished its ammunition and was left in the desert by him.

"Mahad!" Reaching for the guerrillas he brought, Fisher threw explosives at each other.

"Leave these things in other corners of the camp. Don't let anyone find them. Hara, you three go to the parking lot, find an armored vehicle, and then park at this position at 6 p.m.!"

"What are you doing, Mr. Lawrence?" Several Arab guerrilla soldiers were puzzled.

"Save people and blow up this military base by the way!"

"This is good!" After hearing the news, several Arab guerrillas were not afraid, but very excited. For them, it's good to kill more enemies. Is there any difference between Germans and Ottomans?

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Steve Trevor raised his head. His right eye was swollen and couldn't see clearly. His nose and mouth were full of fishy smell. His arms and thighs were burning because of the friction of shackles.

But Steve wasn't afraid. He just regretted that he didn't check his way back during the day and was found by the sentry. Steve knew the outcome he was going to face. It was just a death. Fortunately, he had hidden the item in a secret place. Although he couldn't return it to the allied camp, it could delay the progress of the Germans, That's enough.

Just as Steve was still thinking about whether he should call President Wilson before he died or whether the United States of America would win forever, the door of the cell was roughly pushed open.

"How is he?" Asked a hearty man.

"No big problem, this guy is strong enough!"

"That's good. Dr. Maru will like it! Drag him out! "

The rough big hand pulled Steve's collar. The original strong jacket had been turned into pieces in the torture. It was pricked when pulled by the soldiers.

The noise of the factory, the chattering voice and the biabiabia sound of leather boots stepping on the ponding intertwined, making Steve a little trance.

Several large, round armed commando soldiers took Steve to a sealed glass room and tied him to a chair.

Then a German general and a woman with a porcelain mask on her chin came in.

"Where are my notes?"

The woman was obviously excited to see Steve and directly asked him word by word by pulling his collar.

"No!" Steve coughed twice. He wanted to laugh, but he got stuck in the blood foam in his mouth and finally became a dry cough.

"You want to die, don't you?" The woman pointed to a stool not far away, on which sat a prisoner of war of the allies, but the prisoner had been dead for a long time.

"Is it worth dying like him? Captain, ask you again, where are my notes? "

Her answer was that Steve looked at fools in the eyes, "your poison gas killed so many soldiers. Now there's no chance!"

"You......" Dr. Maru wanted to eat Steve alive at the moment.

"I'll come, Dr. Maru!" Rudendorff, who had been silent behind, came forward and began to reason with reason and emotion to persuade Steve to hand over his stolen notebook from the perspectives of military honor, life and family, but the latter just looked at each other and said, "Your Excellency, you and I are all military people!"

After finding that neither hard nor soft could make Steve give in, rudendorff had to invite Dr. Maru and her old eight secret to make gas bombs again.

"You can regret it now!"

"Come on!"

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Fisher pretended to check the workpiece and stood not far from the poison gas room. This is a purely manual poison gas bomb production line. Hundreds of Ottoman soldiers are making bombs from the poison gas invented by Dr. Maru under the guidance of German officers, and then these bombs will appear on the battlefield in the Middle East and Europe.

Fisher also killed a German officer with a pass directly, and then fooled in with his pass.

"Five, four, three, two, one!" Seeing that Steve was going to be put on a gas mask and turned into an experiment, Fisher let the time bomb set by the guerrillas explode.

Several shock waves swept across the glass windows of all buildings within several kilometers. Fisher moved in the broken glass.

"Dada, dada..." two stolen mp18 submachine guns ejected fireworks and instantly screened a row of storm commandos standing outside the laboratory. Then the bullets went through the iron door and wooden wall and crackled on the bulletproof glass of the laboratory.

The chaotic Ottoman army and German officers had not yet climbed up from the ground, and then the smoke bomb with thick smoke was dropped by Fisher. The choking smoke covered the area and covered Fisher's trace.

"Go!" Rudendorff looked at the approaching figure in the smoke, pushed Dr. Maru to another door of the laboratory, grabbed his pistol and looked at Fisher warily.

"You asked to save him, didn't you? Then I promise that the moment you break in, it must be him! "

"Are you sure?" Fisher's voice was vague because he was wearing a gas mask, but rudendorff still heard it.

"Yes!" When his guard entered through the back door, rudendorff was full of confidence. He hid behind the guard soldiers to see how Fisher broke in.

Then Fisher pulled out his nv4 assault rifle from under his clothes and put it on the thick bulletproof glass.

"Poop poop..." a series of dense bullet holes appeared on the bulletproof glass, and rudendorff's proud guard fell to the ground before even reacting. Rudendorff himself was also included. A bullet that hit his guard soldiers deformed after penetrating his body, and then hit his thigh.

"Damn it, get me out of here!" After discovering that the other party's weapon could penetrate the glass, rudendorff dared not stay for a moment, struggled to climb out of the back door, and then screamed like a pig.

"Kill them, kill them!"

More guard soldiers rushed forward and tried to stop Fisher, but two artillery rugger pistols raised out of thin air became the last scene they saw.

64 9mm bullets were fired in such a narrow space. As a result, rudendorff's guard stacked layers of bodies on the ground. Then Fisher threw a smoke bomb again to cover the back door of the gas chamber, and then picked up Steve and trotted along the way.

"You know, I crossed the whole desert just to see you, so don't sleep!" Fisher was running and talking. He was still waiting to see his long legs. If Steve got cold, how could he go to paradise island?

"Notebook!" Steve also knew that Fisher was not an enemy or a friend at the moment. He patted Fisher on the shoulder and whispered.

"What are you talking about?"

"Notebook, in my plane, No. kr123, is a Fokker triplane. You must get the notebook!"