The enemy under her feet no longer had any movement. The dull trampling sounds still echoed in the empty room, and heavy breathing and heartbeat filled Xue Yifei's ear drums.

Turning around, I slowly walked to the curly hair, my eyes that were wide and had already lost their anger, and I still had a bit of reluctance and attachment to the world.

Lao Xue instantly took time out of his strength and slowly squatted in front of the curly hair.

Staring, silent, as if the heart was being taken away.

After a while, Lao Xue's hoarse voice broke the silence: "Curly, brother, I'm sorry for you, I'm late."

He killed no less than ten aliens along the way, and no matter from any perspective, it can be considered double revenge.

But is it really that happy to take revenge? No matter how many enemies you kill, can Curly survive? At this moment, he can only feel emptiness, loss, and hate his powerlessness.

He would rather use those dozens or even dozens of alien lives to exchange for Curly Hair's lives to continue living than to see Curly Hair's familiar but cold body.

After so much experience, sacrifice and dedication have long been written into Xue Yifei's bones. He thought he had long been used to separation from life and death, but when the life that was still alive yesterday was once again frozen in the years of youth, those chaotic past events that had been pressing in the heart suddenly surged into his heart like a blowout, letting Xue Yifei know that he was far from as strong as he imagined.

He seemed to hear the curly sound again: Team Xue, I feel pain... I regret it so much, my intestines are blue... Team Xue, am I a hero...

Xue Yifei's eyes were wet, but he immediately took a few deep breaths, suppressing the surging emotions, as if he was afraid of scaring Curly Hair, and murmured softly in a low voice: "Curly Hair, good, you are a hero... Brother, please go slowly, brother, I have no other ability. In a while, I will send you a few extra alien dogs to bury with you. Brother, don't dislike..."

Speaking of this, Xue Yifei's voice choked, his chest fluctuated violently, but he couldn't even say a word.

More than ten seconds later, Xue Yifei finally controlled his emotions and reconnected to the combat team: "Sanitation officer!"

"Come!" a deliberately low voice responded.

"What can I do for him?"

On the rooftop two streets away, the sanitary officer carefully observed the wound and grinned helplessly: "Captain Xue, this brother was shot on the forehead, his brain and brain stem were damaged, and he could not extract memories at all. Even if he cloned his body and forced his memory, ninety-ninety percent were idiots. We either extract stem cells and clone a baby to grow up again, but that was definitely not himself; or extract life and death cells and help him stay afterwards."

Now it is not the era of Lao Xue. Human medical level has made great progress and can achieve many levels that were not imagined before. Extracting memories, somatic cell cloning, etc. is not a problem at all.

However, these technologies have a great impact on society and human relations, and can even be said to be a great challenge to the existing social order of mankind, and therefore have extremely strict restrictions on the legal level.

However, there is a market where there is a need. If legal ones are not allowed, illegal ones will definitely fight for this cake. Nowadays, medical services such as illegal cloning have long had an extremely large underground market. If it weren't for the severe crackdown by the federal government, I wouldn't know what chaos would be like.

Having said that, for the military, many federal laws are not that strict. Whether they are sacrificed in war or died on duty, as long as people can be rescued, cloning is not a problem at all.

This is also a kind of compensation for sacrifice and dedication.

Lao Xue understood what the health officer meant, thought for a while and said, "I want both, what should I do?"

"Blood draw... Armor has this function. If the armor is normal, it is enough to operate remotely."

"I understand!" Lao Xue did as he did, and soon got the blood sample of the curly hair. Although no matter how he made up for it, the curly hair would never survive, it was always a comfort.

If this is done, Xue Yifei will feel a little better.

To be on the safe side, Lao Xue took a double blood sample and carefully put it in close contact. He finally glanced at Curly Hair and patted Curly Hair's chest: "Sorry, brother, I can't let you fall into the hands of aliens."

After saying that, he picked up the curly rifle, took out the last burning bullet and stuffed it into his breastplate, pulled open the pull ring and lifted the gun and took a few steps back.

With a light pop, the incendiary bomb exploded, and the flames burned freely under the armor. A stream of blue smoke overflowed from under the armor and soon became thick and heavy. The curly body quickly shrank and blackened. After a while, only a handful of black gray was left.

The armor was also burned into scrap iron by high temperature, and the ashes and iron blood were mixed together, and they could no longer distinguish each other.

A voice drilled into Xue Yifei's ear drum: "Captain Xue, the enemy is approaching!"

Old Xue was silent, turned around, and never looked back: "Storm, I am Xue Yifei!"

"This is Storm, please speak!"

"Give me the position of the enemy, the more detailed the better!"

"Received, the relevant information has been sent to your armor. Please check it out."

"Also, transfer Zhuo Shiqiang to me and let him listen to the phone number himself!"

The communications officer who was talking to Xue Yifei was stunned and thought to himself, who is this? He is so angry?

But then I thought about it, not only the Marines on the ship are participating in the battle, but also many unknown outsiders. I can't guarantee what this person is. As a young staff officer, don't worry about the captain, just turn over and finish it: "Wait a moment, I'll help you transfer it!"

The communication was connected, and Zhuo Shiqiang spoke first: "Chief, are you looking for me?"

Xue Yifei: "Do you know what's going on here?"

Zhuo Shiqiang looked serious: "I already know, what are your instructions?"

"I didn't have any instructions, I just wanted to ask you, how to arrange these cabins?"

"Search and rescue the survivors first, there is nothing else for the time being."

"Very good." Xue Yifei stopped, "I want a single-soldier nuclear bomb, is there any problem?"

Zhuo Shiqiang's eyes narrowed: "Chief, you don't have to do anything, we have missiles with nuclear warheads."

Xue Yifei was silent for a moment: "I want a miniature one, is there?"

Zhuo Shiqiang immediately understood Lao Xue’s thought: “Yes!”

"Send it to me as soon as possible!"

"No problem!" Zhuo Shiqiang agreed happily, but immediately turned around. "Chief, individual nuclear bombs are too powerful in confined space. In addition, we want to see what the situation is in the alien spacecraft..."

Xue Yi Fei understood in seconds: "Okay, I understand!"

Zhuo Shiqiang let out a long sigh and said to himself, grandma, why did he arrange such a living father for me?

Communication was interrupted, Xue Yifei called out the reconnaissance interface, and several red dots representing aliens were nearby.

Switching the frequency band, Lao Xue's voice hesitated to count the cold wind in the cold winter: "All of the matter, be careful and prepare for the battle!"
Chapter completed!