Chapter 38 Escape

From the residence perspective, General Simon Gilson's retirement life is quite nourishing. His residence is located on a hill in the outskirts. It is a duplex villa with a very delicate shape. Outside, a small world of birds and flowers is enclosed by a snow-white fence. The fence is various kinds of flowers blooms, flowers blooming everywhere. It seems that this retired general is quite an attractive old guy.

Jay stood in front of the villa's crimson burglar-proof door and rang the doorbell; but waited for a while, but there was no reply. He secretly apologized, then scanned the house with his X-sight, confirming that the old guy wrapped in the light gold silk nightgown was playing with his potted plants by the windowsill in the living room. It was impossible for him not to hear at this distance; he didn't answer the door on purpose.

So Jay exerted his perseverance and pressed the door continuously for more than a minute.

When the loud doorbell finally broke through the limit of his tolerance, the older Mann appeared intolerably at the door. He rudely opened the door as if he was trying to find a reason to drive away such a persistent visitor at the door, but the moment he saw Jay's face clearly, his expression froze on the spot.

The other party's strange reaction caused Jay to hold back his prepared opening remarks and only tentatively ask: "Uh, General Gilson? Are you okay? Because your face looks a little.... ..pale."

"It's you." Simon Gilson looked him up and down several times, "can't be wrong; it's you. But...how is this possible? I thought...we thought you were dead."

"Who, me?" Jay pointed to himself in surprise. "You know me?"

General Gilson looked at him with a detailed look for a while.

"So, you don't remember anything?"

Jay shook his head: "If you're talking about my past, I don't have the slightest impression. My earliest memory is the end of the Doomsday invasion and nothing further. It sounds like you know where I come from. ?"

He could see that the older man's breathing became disordered, his weak heart beat faster, and a few drops of undetectable cold sweat oozed out on his forehead. His eyes changed several times; he d asked, "If you don't remember anything, why did you come here?"

"SDE project," Jay said. "A friend of mine nearly died because of it, and it brought me here—you're the only one alive in this project. I want to know what it is."

General Gilson was silent for a while, then said with his dry, cracked lips: "You know, this is top secret."

"I have to know," Jay said firmly.

General Gilson involuntarily took a half step back, seemingly caught in an ideological struggle. Jay wasn't sure. He hadn't figured out what to do if the older man insisted on not revealing the secret. He didn't want to be rough with this frail older man, and he didn't look like a bad guy. . But what Jay didn't know was that just standing here, looking directly into the eyes of the other person, was enormous invisible oppression. Not everyone dares to meet a Kryptonian, let alone refuse a request.

General Gilson sighed softly and finally decided to give in: "Well, anyway, the old guy who participated in this plan was the only one left..."

He paused slightly, then said solemnly, "You want to know what SDEProject is? The answer is simple - it's you, child."

Jay was stunned.

"Me?" He pointed to himself strangely. "What does this have to do with me?"

General Gilson turned sideways and let out the front door: "Come in; I'll get you something to drink; we can talk slowly."

Helena is becoming increasingly aware of the seriousness of the secrets she has touched; she just tried to crack the code of the "side project," Suddenly, she has become a wanted criminal in the base. More and more agents rushed into the narrow stairwell to try to stop her and break the siege; she had to force her way out of the blockade. After kicking the three poor guys down the stairs and breaking seven or eight bones, she finally went down another floor, only to encounter a silver light from the saber flying from the corner of her field of vision at a speed that almost disappeared.

Helena was taken aback; she avoided it with a small jump, and the sharp silver glow cut off a few flying black hairs standing low. The other party followed and flew a leg, swept in with the whistling sound of the wind. Helena didn't have time to dodge, so she raised her arms dully. The leg swept across her arm like a heavy stake, nearly dislocating her shoulder. She took two steps back staggeringly, and when she barely stabilized, her heels had stepped on the edge of the stairs behind her.

In front of him was a burly man with a full chin and beard, as strong as a brown bear. He skillfully played with the sword, flickering cold light in his hand.

Helena remembers this guy. Ivan Walkley, the agent directly under Victor, although not very smart, with first-class fighting ability, once won the championship in the fighting competition within the organization - of course, Helena did not participate because she felt that Activity was boring and pointless.

However, compared to the fighting ability, for Helena at the moment, the most terrible thing about this stupid big man is his natural brute force. She reluctantly took his kick, barely feeling her left arm now.

Ivan heard a low roar, and the saber drew down a flashing arc. His knife was bright, and each had a sharp sound of cutting through the air. Helena avoided two strikes in a row and used a force-relieving trick to get away with one strike, but the stairs behind her restricted her movement. Finally, when the fourth knife fell, she accidentally hit her leg, and a long bloodstain was pulled across the snow-white skin on the inner thigh.

Helena grinned slightly and jumped into the air with both hands on the handrail of the stairs, avoiding the opponent's stab at the victory and falling lightly behind the opponent. She raised her knee and slammed into Ivan's knife-wielding woman st; an ad caught him precisely when his wrist was extended. She kicked Ivan's back knee with her right foot, causing him to involuntarily kneel on the ground while holding his wrist, jerking in the opposite direction.

Although her strength cannot be compared with this strong man, she has first-class fighting skills and rich experience. Ivan's elbow snapped off with a crisp sound and let out a dull, miserable howl uncontrollably. Helena took advantage of the opportunity to press his head and slammed into the handrail of the stairs, but this guy was so strong that she had to push his head three times before knocking him unconscious, even hitting the wooden bar. A considerable gap opened.

It took a lot of time, but she finally solved it. Helena threw this guy away and just stuck out half of her head downstairs, but a hail of bullets greeted her. She had to shrink back. The upper and lower stairwells have been occupied by agents, who are now encircling Helena's position, blocking all her routes.

Or rather, almost all routes.

Helena quickly analyzed and assessed her current situation, then took a deep breath. She raised her hand and threw a flashbang at the central stairwell, and the brief blinding should have bought her a little time. Then she shot the rope, held it high, dropped a smoke bomb at the bottom of the stairwell, and jumped to the bottom after the spinning smoke screen as the thick smoke was released from its swirling tail.

The gunshots rang again, and several bullets shot through the layers of smoke and almost wiped her body and flew down, but she had no time to pay attention. After an instant free fall, she finally landed on the ground without risk. She swiftly rolled in a circle to avoid the range that could be locked by the gun muzzle upstairs, then got up and dashed, and her figure disappeared at the exit in a moment.