Chapter 142 (1/2)

Entering the Donetsk suburbs, the road suddenly rugged. On both sides of the street is a scene of ruins, and even for a moment, Jiang Chen has the illusion of being in the last world.

Under the ruins, traces of living people can be seen. People who had nowhere to go set up simple shacks in the destroyed homes and looked at the patrolling Ukrainian soldiers with hostile eyes.

Keep going, the road is getting worse.

Nick had to park his car next to a house and called makanov.

After a while, a soldier with a rifle found them.

”Boris, lieutenant.” After seeing Jiang Chen, the boy with short hair stood at attention and said, ”I am sent by general makanov to meet you.”

”Jiangchen.” Jiang Chen simply reported his name, smiling and holding out his hand.

There are calluses all over the palm. You can see that you are a veteran of many battles.

He took his hand back and Boris nodded.

”Follow me, please.”

Taking a black suitcase out of the car, Jiang Chen and Nick follow him.

What they didn't know, however, was that a body was lying on the side of the path about 400 meters from their parking spot.

Military uniform and equipment have been stripped, that pair of pupil lax magnified, there is a terrible blood hole on the forehead.

The wreckage of armored vehicles and tanks. This is the crossfire area.

A silent girl passed by on a deserted street.

Her whole body was covered in black, only the thin lips in the shadow of her cloak were revealed. Behind him was a guitar case, like a musician walking under the ruins.

Lift up the sleeve of your right hand. A wristwatch like computer flickered faintly.

That is EP.

On the screen is a map of this area. It is one of EP's functions against the sky to map tactical map by shooting signal.

Yesterday. She has walked all over the area. The small blue dot on the map is the coordinates of the transmitter carried by Jiang Chen.

”Is it here?” Aisha mumbled to herself. Quietly walk to the half destroyed residential building.

”It's very dangerous. It was hit by a shell a few days ago, and it could collapse at any time.” the refugees huddled on the side tried to remind the girl, but the girl just looked at him and pulled out her pistol.

The refugee raised his hands in horror and retreated.

”Leave.”

Maybe he understood Aisha's English. He stepped back two steps on his side. Seeing that she had no intention of shooting, he turned and ran away.

See the irrelevant leave. She put away her pistol and turned upstairs with her guitar case on her back.

Dexterously climbing the truncated staircase, Aisha easily reached the top floor.

Just like the virtual reality training system.

Open the guitar case, take out the sniper rifle parts, skillfully connect the barrel.

After a little debugging, Aisha took out a cloak of urban camouflage and put it on her body. She just lay on the ground full of dust, and then set up the ghost sniper rifle full of science fiction.

”Ayesha is in position.” She murmured to herself.

”Well. Stay on standby. ”