After hearing the latest intelligence, even though they knew that this was the instinctive choice of the soldiers on the scene, the people at the Paranormal Disturbance Investigation Team headquarters still sighed helplessly.
After the monster fell, a helicopter immediately followed.
After determining the exact crash site, some soldiers landed from several planes, set up a simple blockade, and called for ground reinforcements.
At the edge of Rauch Park in Munich, a huge blockade had been established thanks to the efforts of the police and the army that arrived later.
The lighting system near Rauch Park relies entirely on the lights inside the park, which is not bright at all. In addition, many of them have been pierced by steel spikes, so it appears very dim.
1 hour after the incident.
At this time, the searchlights on the houses in the distance, the surrounding vehicles, and the new elevated platforms were all turned on, illuminating the large area at once, allowing people to see the actual situation on the battlefield more intuitively.
The rolling and bursting roadbed, the broken bronze statue, the destroyed telephone booth, the crashed vehicles and the devastated surroundings...
The research vehicle has arrived, and at this moment the on-site command system has been completely handed over to the Paranormal Disturbance Investigation Team.
Several journalists outside the blockade line raised the banner of press freedom and demanded to enter for interviews.
The police who were blocking the area were very troubled, but when the soldiers and the over-control team arrived, things were different. This group of people didn't listen to the reporters at all and their actions were quite skillful, even barbaric in the eyes of the reporters.
They told reporters directly that the place was under military control, and not only was all internal information not open to interviews, but related content was also not allowed to be broadcast privately.
Several Munich policemen secretly "revealed" to some media reporters that it was actually a military weapon undergoing an experiment that lost control and crashed.
Soon, reporters at the scene received calls from their superiors and left the blockade.
The noise in the distance finally died down. A tall, middle-aged, blond man stood inside the blockade, took off his gloves and stroked a black spike.
The researchers told them that there was nothing wrong with the long spikes and the black feathers on the ground, but the black blood remaining on the ground was poisonous and should not be touched by hand.
"Karl, explain what happened just now!"
Karl, with a serious face, had already gone home to wash his face and change into clean clothes.
Faced with the captain's question, he considered his words and answered calmly.
"I was driving to a restaurant and took a shortcut on Warsaw Avenue... I saw a dark figure tear off the spear of the bronze statue and throw it into the sky with shocking speed and force!"
They were right next to the bronze statue, and as Carl narrated, the captain also observed the damaged area of the ancient warrior statue.
In order to reduce weight and save materials, the figures in the bronze statue are hollow, but the weapons are solid.
From Carl's description of words such as "trampling", "red light" and "rapid", it is not difficult to imagine the sense of power at that time.
The cement roadbed that was initially crushed by the bronze statue and the subsequent fragmentation extended for a hundred meters, which exactly matched the sprint distance mentioned by Carl.
"Can you tell it's a human?"
This is obviously a matter of concern.
"Yes, at least it has the appearance of a human being!"
"Okay, go on."
Carl seemed to recall something and then continued.
"My first reaction was shock, followed by confusion about what he was doing. For a moment I was hesitant about whether to approach him."
The agents around nodded in approval. They wouldn't ask anyone to arrest a superhuman like this, would they?
“And then I knew the answer pretty quickly.”
Carl showed an unpretentious expression of fear.
"He was throwing javelins to attack the monster in the sky. I could tell he was in a hurry and was forced to engage in battle. He didn't even have any other extra weapons with him."
"The reason I say he is a human is because he also discovered me afterwards and sternly asked me to run away..."
At this point, Carl showed a helpless smile.
"But there are three types of people who probably won't run away in this situation. One is a madman, one is a journalist who wants to be famous, and one is us!"
The captain rarely showed humor.
"In a sense, the mental states of the three are sometimes very similar! And then."
"Then I thought he couldn't care about me anymore..."
As Carl narrates, the details of the fierce battle, the timely entry of another soldier, and even his own shooting at a critical moment to attract attention are restored one by one.
The bullet shells, scrapped cars, damaged statue bases, crushed concrete surfaces, broken needle feathers and blood stains at the scene all prove this.
"I was targeted after I opened fire. Forgive me. I felt my heart freeze at the time. I got into the car and stepped on the accelerator and drove away. Later, my eardrum was stimulated by the strong sound waves and bled, but I didn't dare to stop. Thank God, I am still alive."
The agents present were silent for a moment.
"Well done Carl, even though you've only been with us for less than two months, no one could have done a better job than you!"
Monsters beyond expectations, guardians beyond expectations!
There is no doubt that the two warriors were forced to fight for the city of Munich and were worthy defenders of it.
The captain turned his head and looked at some special long needles on the side, which had a lot of bright red blood stains on them.
It would not be difficult for anyone present to analyze the tragic scene of that final burst of exploding needle rain.
Through some confiscated video materials, the accounts of some patients in the hospital's isolated ward, and Carl's oral narration, most of the battle process can be vividly restored.
"It was a fight to the death!! No matter what, these two...people are heroes. I hope they are safe!"
"Yeah, I hope they are safe!"
Carl sighed in agreement. The madness of several generations of the Neumann family was finally vindicated. He was deeply shocked, felt guilty, and had a sense of belonging to a mission. He decisively stood on the side of Dawn.
The scene of the broken arm slowly becoming a brand will be engraved in my heart for the rest of my life.
…
No. 119 Tulip Road is hidden in the basement, or it would be more appropriate to say, a small underground palace.
That’s right, how could there be nothing special about Shuguang’s building? Under its simple and heavy appearance, there is not only a special interior that is bright at first glance, but also three floors of very spacious space underneath.
It is in the shape of a regular pyramid, with the largest cavity just below the hall where too much force is not needed. It then becomes wider layer by layer, taking into account both mechanics and aesthetics without affecting the stability of the entire building.
Peter and Niso were on the underground floor at the moment, and they had made a simple mat with a few quilts on the floor for the two seriously injured men to lie on.
"What do we do now! Should we go call a doctor?"
Carl wasn't there, Frank asked his father anxiously.
After all, old Neumann has a lot of age and experience, and he actually knows a lot.
"No, go buy some infusion equipment and painkillers now. Injections are best, as well as sutures and gauze. Oh, and don't forget the plasma and hemostatics..."
Looking at this horrific wound, although the blood didn't flow out much, it was very doubtful whether it had dried up.
"Take it, use cash, and go to old Lunsa's pharmacy, the one at 15 Tulip Road. Well, he has a secret vault there, and you can buy anything there, including plasma. Tell him not to keep a record. If he asks or threatens you, just say that you owe the old cripple money for his wine, and he'll understand!"
Old Cripple was the nickname of old Neumann's late father, named after his left leg which was disabled during World War II. Karl had suspected more than once that the biggest reason that prevented his grandfather from going out and "going crazy" was that leg.
Frank wrote down the contents and hurried out, and Manny followed him to help.
Carl came back an hour and a half after being out. His superiors sympathized with his occasional fatigue and asked him to come back and rest. They would call him if there was anything.
Frank and Manny not only brought back medical supplies, but also brought back 78-year-old old Lensa.
The whole family and external aid worked hard for a long time before the matter was finally brought to an end.
Those horrific wounds shocked old Lunsa. Some of the wounds had horrific internal damage. He didn't even dare to examine them too deeply. He could only suture and bandage them as much as possible. It took him four hours to stop and rest. He sweated enough to drink several bowls of water.
Now, Peter and Niso had the appearance of wounded men.
It took a lot of effort to insert the injection needle into the two people's blood vessels, as the skin resistance was like rubber.
All they can do now is wait, wait for a miracle, or wait for "dawn"!
After old Lence came in, even though he saw the Neumann family's basement, he was surprised but never asked any questions.
It's half past twelve at midnight, and everyone is almost exhausted.
The five of them sat on the floor covered with sofa cushions, eating bread and drinking water.
"Little Neumann, these two people didn't die even after reaching this stage. They must... not be ordinary people..."
Old Lunsa's aged face showed a look of reminiscence. He thought of his late old cripple brother. It was thanks to him that Old Lunsa was able to escape the Gestapo during the crazy period of national conscription.
The two incredibly strong wounded soldiers in front of him looked like they were wrestling with death.
Old Neumann was silent for a few seconds.
"Uncle Lunsa, many people say that my father is crazy, and many people say that about me as well. Do you know why we are crazy? There has never been a shortage of such people in the history of the Neumann family. Why is that?"
The old man looked at this equally old younger generation with a wise and experienced gaze, and then looked at the three children of the Neumann family.
Just wanted to speak.
“Boom boom boom…”
There was a rhythmic knock on the door leading to the basement.
"Is this, a pure knock on the door?"
The basement is connected to the doorbell branch line. If someone rings the doorbell, they can be heard, but if they just knock on the door, the good sound insulation means that no one can hear it even if you smash the door.
“Boom boom boom…”
There was another knock on the door, and the wounded man on the ground felt his arm tremble.
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