World War I

Chapter 166 You Can't Use Me to Decompress Yourself
After the pilot got off, he said to Luo Ye, "Chief Luo, on the orders of Mr. Andrei of the Russian Investigative Committee, this brand-new armed helicopter is now under your command. I'm truly envious; Mr. Andrei values ​​you so much."

The pilot brought over a Mi-24 "Hind" attack helicopter, an improved, brand-new model compared to the county police's helicopter. It was well-equipped with weapons, capable of engaging tanks, conducting aerial reconnaissance, transporting troops, and providing close air support.

"So fast?"

"Yes, I came as soon as I received the order. This was originally for the use of the military. We had just taken it over and hadn't even had a chance to get used to it when you requisitioned it."

Although Luo Ye was excited, he couldn't get excited at the moment.

Turgenev was quite excited, chatted enthusiastically with the driver, and drove the man back to his unit.

Luo Ye sat inside the helicopter, calling out to Ying Ge.

—Give me a chance, where is Chris now? Where is she?
——————Your shadow matter is insufficient to provide coordinates. Once you have 25 grams of shadow matter, you can enable the coordinate function.

—Am I going to kill someone again?
— Each kill grants 0.5 grams of Shadow Matter, but this effect lasts for one week. After one week, each kill only grants 0.3 grams of Shadow Matter. The increase in Shadow Matter is cyclical.

Luo Ye cursed loudly—"You perverted thing, you evil bastard, you screwed system!"

—I misspoke in the last sentence; I'm not the system.

Luo Ye gritted his teeth as he got off the helicopter, while Sophia drank her soda and admired the helicopter.

"The helicopter is beautiful. Compared to this helicopter, the county police's helicopter is practically trash. Why are you gritting your teeth? Andrei is giving you a huge favor; you should feel proud of yourself. Why are you glaring at me? Are you thinking about Chris's E-cup breasts? Don't pretend to be so righteous. I know your worth best. Why are you looking at me?"

Luo Ye took two steps closer and took the beverage bottle from her hand.

"I'm thirsty, thank you."

“This is mine, I just drank from it.”

"That's just who I am, what can you do about it?"

Sofia rushed into the office. "Irina, your nephew is absolutely outrageous! You can't take it out on me to relieve your stress. Look at him, he's like a bandit. His eyes are as greedy as a bandit's."

Luo Ye drank the beverage, took a few sips, found it terribly awful, and didn't know what kind of drink it was. He threw the bottle into the trash can.

Let's go buy some bar drinks and learn from Colonel Turgenev.

He suddenly sneezed a few times. Who is thinking of me? Who is it?

In the forest south of Kursk, Joseph Hiddleston drives a pickup truck along a muddy road.

The road ended in a forest, so he parked the car in the bushes and opened the trunk.

Chris, stripped naked, was bound hand and foot, her mouth stuffed with rags.

She begged Tom Hiddleston to spare her with pleading eyes, but he ignored her. He stuffed Chris into a large snakeskin bag, tied it in the pocket, and carried her into the forest.

Dusk.

"Tom Hiddleston, you look a bit disheveled. What happened to your ear?"

Tom Hiddleston had a small bandage on his right ear. "It was from a bullet. That trainee cop named Luo Ye somehow found where I was hiding. If I hadn't run fast, I would have been done for."

Tom Hiddleston had just entered the fortress when Product Manager Number One saw him.

"Is this a coincidence?" "I don't think it's a coincidence. If I wanted to hide, no one could find me. There must have been a problem somewhere, but I can't find where it is right now."

"Well, then let's look at the reasons carefully. They can't be ignored, but I believe no one can catch you. Even if an army surrounds you, you can handle it easily. How many people are surrounding you?"

"Regular troops, no less than 500 people."

"Hmm, 500 people. They came prepared. Is it just one?"

Product Number One looked at the snakeskin bag on Tom Hiddleston's shoulder and said, "Yes, this is the only one for now. She's a policewoman from the Kursk town police station. She's busty and fair-skinned, perfect for your experiment. I have an idea: wouldn't it be more interesting to feed her white spiders first and then perform human modification?"

Product One chuckled. "That trainee policeman must have really annoyed you, otherwise you wouldn't have said that. Okay, your idea is excellent. I had the same thought. The experiment is progressing rapidly and we need more live people, the more the better."

“Understood, my Mr. Ma Ling. Several will be delivered soon. Sheriff Mark is very obedient. Your experiment was a success, and he has already begun working on it.”

"Thank you, Tom. We're partners. As long as Formula Six succeeds, we'll both achieve our goals. But I have to give you a friendly reminder: our retaliation against the Kursk police station needs to be more discreet. And don't touch that trainee officer. Don't let this ruin our big plan. What do you think?"

Tom Hiddleston threw Chris on the ground. "Of course, I'll be careful. Thanks for reminding me."

"Of course, your business is my business. If you have something to do, it's the same as my business. Your hatred is my hatred. If you hate those policemen in the Kursk town police station, I'll help you get revenge."

"What are you going to do?"

"How about I involve Sim and Salanchi?"

"good idea!"

Product Number One untied the snakeskin bag and took Chris out.

"Oh God, what a great figure, what a great figure."

He pinched Chris's chest. "Want to meet your colleagues? Salanchi and Sim are here."

Chris nodded vigorously.

Soon after, Chris met Salanchi and Dr. Sim in a stone house.

Chris's mouth was still gagged, and her body was forcibly pressed onto the stool by two men in black.

“Sim, since you came here, your mind has been wandering. To prove your resolve, come on, feed her this.”

Dr. Sim remained expressionless as he looked at the white spider in the glass test tube in Product Number One's hand.

"You're not going to do it? Or are you afraid to do it?"

Chris whimpered at Sim, clearly telling him not to do this, not to do this. Sim hesitated for a moment, then took the glass test tube. Salanchi, standing to the side, appeared calm, but his heart was churning like a stormy sea.

The man in black pried open Chris's mouth with his iron-like hands. To Chris's horrified gaze, the white spider crawled into Chris's mouth through the opening of the test tube, and then slid into Chris's throat.

Chris screamed and gagged.

“Mr. Salanchi, I also need your help. I need you to personally put her into the modification box. I think you will cooperate.”

(End of this chapter)