Steel Steam and Flame

A very careful person, every time he advances a certain distance, he will stop and observe his surroundings to see if anyone is following him. The body also appeared flexible, and under the iron wall corners were waste materials accumulated by temporary work, and there was a lot of loose soil. But I avoided everything. I stepped on a hard object. I probably observed the environment during the day. The shoes are also soft-soled shoes specially prepared for this purpose, which further reduces the possibility of sound and allows you to enter well. Under the background sound of cleaning up the debris of the explosion. Cassia guessed that he should still be wearing a battle suit that can automatically mimic the environment, otherwise he would not hide in the shadow under the wall in this form.

It is very difficult to track, Cassia appears very cautious, the softer ground makes him have to spend more energy to choose a foothold, and precisely control his power.

The progress was very slow, and Cassia thought that the man in front was too cautious. Being cautious beyond the scope of one's own strength will slow down the speed and flexibility of one's actions at some point.

After a few minutes, the shadow finally left the protective wall at the accident site. After waiting for a while by the wall, when the combat uniform on his body adapted to the environmental color of the gray railway line in front, the black shadow was like a wild cat locked in its prey, and its footsteps were gently placed on the parallel railroad tracks. Looking at the stoutness of his body, he is obviously an adult man, but at this time, it is as gentle as a child playing, and he has a soft feeling of flying butterflies among the flowers and plants. His footsteps were extremely accurate, he crossed several rows of railroad tracks in a few steps, and in less than three or four seconds, he entered the darkness on the opposite side, and then disappeared.

In front of them are connected factories. The thick walls and the mist gradually stacking up in the sky make the black here even more obscure. The black shadow broke into it without arousing any confusion, and the combat uniform with mimicry function allowed him to merge with the surroundings in a few seconds.

He remembered the detailed return route here in his head. Sombra accelerated a little at the moment, and quickly shuttled in the air that smelled of various lubricants. Some factories have even cut holes in the walls, hiding under the regenerated weeds in the corners and under trees covered with greasy ash. He was relieved to get into these holes in the wall and quietly walked towards his destination from the factory unattended for months.

Soon after, a sparsely lit area appeared in front. There was still a factory there, but in the darkness soaked by moonlight, the whole body smelled of rotten mold. It is an industrial park that is basically abandoned, with a scent of decay and relic.

The black shadow came here, spared a few laps, then stopped and squatted in the darkness. He carefully observed the surroundings and made sure that no one was behind him a few times before he breathed a sigh of relief, and his tight body finally relaxed a little. He breathed out a few lightly, spit out all the dull things in his stomach.

The squatting body stood up. He was about to move on, but the body that was standing upright suddenly lost its strength at this moment, like bubbles floating from the bottom of the water. When it reached the surface, it shattered when it came into contact with the air. Got without a trace. His body was limp, his knees bent downward, and his upper body fell straight forward following the center of gravity.

When the whole body was about to hit the ground, there was a hand in the darkness that stretched out at the right time, the timing was right, and the shadow was supported so that he would not touch the ground. After that, the black shadow was lifted by the hands and clamped directly under his waist. Staying in place for a few seconds may be observing the surroundings, or perhaps identifying the general direction of leaving next.

Immediately after that, the black shadow and the master of the hands merged into the dead night at the same time, and the moonlight could not capture the shapes of the two, and then disappeared without leaving a trace.

Maintaining his vigilance, Cassia rushed to the edge of a nearby area where there was still a large light on. It is a common place where workers live, and the mixed crowd is more conducive to hiding under the current situation. At this time, the man's face was clearly seen, which was very strange. I wiped it off with my hands, without makeup on my face. In Cassia's head, most of the faces of the people who had been found out on Oville's side were recorded, but this face was not comparable to them.

"Is it the small group of people left in Ovilia, or Sotagon's subordinates?" Cassia walked forward, thinking, thinking about how to get some effective news from this man. Soon I came to the edge of the residential area. The air here seemed much fresher, without the pungent smell of the factory. After crossing a narrow river, you can reach the location of the residential gathering point.

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A large group of night shift workers in the factory are still stepping up their work. The air here smells of burning steel and lubricating oil all year round. The entire row of exhaust fans on the walls of the shed can't keep it fresh. Several smelting furnaces were isolated by thick walls, but they still passed the temperature here without any chance to stop all year long. The orange molten steel was poured into the giant core in a high-temperature resistant container, and the entangled and twisted cooling water pipes were made to be very long and flowed back to the large cooling tower on the side of the factory. There is always rising steam, and the wide river not far away ~www.ltnovel.com~ and deep wells that draw water deep underground provide it with the most abundant water resources.

It is an ultra-large factory with a complete set of manufacturing machinery and equipment from smelting to finishing of parts, and the lively and dull air is always indispensable. The ground also transmits the aftershocks of the forging press to the distance. The foreman wearing a hard hat does not seem to be an ordinary worker. Now he is holding a notebook for daily inspections. He walks unnaturally, and he has a sense of uprightness that he can't change after long training.

In the corner of the factory, there is a large warehouse built with steel shelves. The parts with anti-rust treatment are stacked neatly according to the weight and size. A layer of dust-proof cloth has been encapsulated. Even if you can't see the specific shape of the parts, you can still feel their oppression in the shadows stacked one after another under the light.

Passing around a bunch of shelves like a maze, at the bottom of the warehouse, there was a thick wall with an all-metal iron door open on it, which was very large, and there was a card slot for a passcode on the wall next to it. It is very quiet here, the vibration and the friction of cutting metal parts are isolated by invisible matter.

At this moment, with the sound of fine gears turning under the ground, the metal door was put into the wall, exposing the indicator lights of various colors inside. There is a very spacious space behind the door, where various testing instruments are placed, and there are several display boards controlled by electromagnetic force, which are showing dim points for a certain period of time.

"My lord, the 11th lost contact a minute ago and did not send the position signal on time." The light voice sounded in the faintly beeping reminder, "The last position is next to the abandoned factory building, and then Quickly lost contact. Do you need to send a team over? This is the fourth time the same situation has occurred in three days."

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