In a drone control vehicle, a man was wearing blue overalls, but with an armband of the U.S. Marine Corps Evil Eye Drone Reconnaissance Squadron on his arm. He was holding a drone operating lever and staring at

The young man on the monitor screen suddenly shouted.

"Sir! The target has been found. The target is suspected of being a fire thief."

Following the drone operator's exclamation, a middle-aged man, also wearing blue work clothes and always fidgeting in the control vehicle, immediately approached.

"Zoom in! Zoom in on the image!"

In the image returned by the airborne thermal imaging of the RQ-7B drone, a red figure quickly ran out of the arsenal. That speed was not something normal humans could possess.

"Heat source comparison...Heat source comparison!"

Amidst the excited and suppressed shouts, an operator compared the heat signal captured by the drone with the heat signal in the information database, and immediately said with the same excitement: "The temperature of the heat source is higher than the temperature of the zombies."

93 degrees Fahrenheit, not zombies, not zombies!”

There is no need to compare, because by looking at the target's actions, you can conclude that the humanoid heat source running fast is not a zombie, it is definitely not a zombie!

The commander immediately picked up the walkie-talkie, and then he said very quickly: "Sir, the fire thief has been found! Repeat, the fire thief has been found, I am very sure!"

Putting down the radio from his mouth, the commander said without hesitation: "Transfer all Hornets to the E44 coordinate area immediately!"

"Sir, the E44 coordinate area is a high-risk flight area..."

The commander immediately looked at his subordinates fiercely, and then he loudly shouted again: "All Hornets go to the E44 coordinate area immediately! Immediately!"

"Yes, all Hornets will be transferred to E44."

"Enter in batches, two in each batch, with a height of one thousand feet, an interval of four hundred feet, and a height difference of one hundred feet."

"Enter in batches, two aircraft enter, with a height of 1,000, a gap of 200, and a height difference of 100."

When the commander gives an order, the operator will give the order again, because the Hornet represents a micro-drone, and each person's operating limit is four, and their total number of Hornet drones is forty.

At this moment, a bald middle-aged man quickly walked into the command vehicle. Then he directly picked up a headset, stared at the image sent back by the RQ-7B, and said loudly: "Are you sure?"

"Sure, I don't think there is that person..."

Before the commander finished speaking, a dazzling red light suddenly appeared on the ground, and everyone knew what happened.

"Sir, there is no need to confirm further, he is the fire thief, and our arsenal was bombed again."

The bald man took a breath and said: "Keep an eye on the fire thieves! Send the data to the artillery tracking and instruction system."

"Data transmitted, sir, the artillery said the target was moving too fast to lock on."

The bald man said in a deep voice again: "Damn... what kind of monster is this guy! He will definitely stop and tell the artillery that once the target stops, they must... I will say it myself."

The bald man picked up the walkie-talkie, and then he said fiercely: "Listen to me, no matter where the target stops, when it stops, I want you to fire within thirty seconds and cover the target!"

"Sir! We only have the most primitive towed cannon, and our brains are not computers. Unless you give me a preset fixed coordinate zone, there is no way I can complete the firing within thirty seconds..."

The bald man said coldly: "I didn't discuss it with you!"

"Sir, it's really impossible for thirty seconds. It's impossible for you to kill me. Without test firing and correction firing, even if all my cannons fire, there's still not enough confidence..."

"Shut up! Thirty seconds! If he doesn't die, it will be us who die!"

"Sir, then give me a fixed coordinate area, something more precise, otherwise you can shoot me now. Unfortunately, we are artillery, not gods."

The bald man was very determined, but his artillery commander was equally resolute, so after a brief thought, the bald man said in a deep voice: "Oil refinery! Oil storage tank!"

"Sir! Do you really... want me to cover the oil tank area with artillery fire?"

"Do I need to say any order a second time?"

"Yes, sir, I understand!"

The bald head took a deep breath, and then he whispered: "Either he dies, or... we all die!"

The drone control car thought the operator suddenly shouted: "Bumblebee formation one is under attack, both planes fell, team two... both planes fell, sir, we are under attack from bats!"

"Continue! Continue! Four planes enter, no! Eight planes enter at the same time!"

The bald head pointed at the screen, and he said with a ferocious expression: "If the eight drones don't work, send me the rest. I want to see his face! I want to see the face of the fire thief! No.

Let me emphasize to you again, I want to! See! The face of the Fire Thief! I want to see his damn face!"

"Yes, sir!"

Eight drones began to approach the moving figures at high speed, and then, someone finally exclaimed: "Encounter a swarm of bats, look at me! Look at me!"

Two minutes later, the operator yelled, "Break through the bat swarm, I see it!"

The RQ-7B's thermal imaging can see people, but it cannot see them very clearly. However, the Hornet unmanned reconnaissance aircraft can clearly see a human face in the dark night. Of course, the distance must be within 400 meters.

Within meters.

The target paused for a moment, but by this time the bald man was able to determine where the target was going.

The bald man raised the walkie-talkie again and roared: "The target is going to the oil tank area, get ready for me! Be ready to fire at any time..."

At this moment, someone suddenly exclaimed: "Helicopter! A helicopter is approaching!"

It was a correspondent, and then the bald man heard the loud noise from the helicopter in the car.

The bald man walked to the car door and saw a helicopter parked twenty meters away. It was a Black Hawk helicopter.

The moment he saw the helicopter, the bald man was stunned, his expression was frozen, and even his brain seemed to be frozen as well.

Why, why are helicopters appearing here now?

When this flying object will be shot down as soon as it takes off, even if there is a guarantee that it will not be attacked by aliens, the attack aircraft will not dare to leave the restricted safety area. Will a helicopter arrive?

The bald man could imagine where this helicopter came from, but how it got here was completely beyond his imagination.

In the bald head's extremely shocked eyes, while the helicopter's rotors were still rotating, the helicopter door opened, four people jumped out one after another, and then ran straight towards the drone control vehicle.

The person at the front was a man in combat uniform, and behind him was a man in a gray suit. When he saw the man in the gray suit, the bald man immediately prepared for the worst.

"Did you order artillery to hit the refinery's tanks?"

The bald head nodded, and then the man in combat uniform immediately said: "That's ridiculous, you are dismissed from your post now..."

The bald man looked at the screen and found that the fire thief had indeed stopped in front of an oil tank. He suddenly raised the walkie-talkie in his hand and shouted: "Fire! Fire! Fire!"

There was no response, and no one answered on the intercom. At this time, the man in camouflage combat uniform said coldly: "Didn't you hear? Murphy, you have been relieved of all duties. The artillery will not fire on our oil tanks."

!”

The man named Murphy took a deep breath. He let go of his hand and dropped the walkie-talkie to the ground. Then he put his hand on top of his head, and then said to the visitor with a tired look on his face.

: "That's the Fire Thief. He stayed. We had a chance to kill him. It's worth paying any price, but you... you ruined everything."

"No, Murphy, it was you who almost ruined it all, and we stopped the big mistake you were about to make. Now Thompson will take over your duties. Now you can leave here under the escort of the guards. You should go

The place to go!”

Murphy looked past the man in combat uniform, and looked at the man in the back who was wearing a gray suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He took a deep breath, pointed at the man in the gray suit and said, "Pull

Rui, now you want a man in gray to command our army, right? Tell me, is that so?"
Chapter completed!